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[Reno had finally figured out there was no way he was sleeping in that hard, lumpy bed, and with the way he'd coughed so hard there had been strings of bloody mucus on his fingers afterward, he figured it was unlikely he was going to be BREATHING well if he even thought to try to lay flat. Thus why he'd slipped down to the first floor baths, hoping to find the spa mat still in the tub he'd left it in. He smiled when he discovered it, right where he'd left it, plugged it in, ran a bath as hot as he could stand, and turned it on. He settled down in it once was filled, a bottle of rum clutched in his hand.]

Sweet lord, this feels good. .a fucklot better than that hard bed. What th'Hell they put in it, rocks? [He took a swig from the bottle, closing his eyes a bit in contentment as the potent alcohol burned its way down his throat. It made it so he didn't feel the uneven and useless feeling thudding of his heart against his ribs. At this point all he wanted to do was simply fall asleep. He was so very exhausted, and more than that he was in the same low level pain he'd been in for the past week and a half, and he was ready to simply be done with it.]

Man, these bubbles are like fucking magic fingers. . .I could die happy just. .. right here. . .[He didn't realize the wrist comm was on, and most anyone in the house that was bothering could hear him, he was enjoying the hot water FAR too much to really care, and the temptation to simply let the warmth lull him into sleep was becoming nearly irresistible.] If I can' die fighting. . .I can at least do it comfortable. .. an' drunk. [the words are beginning to slur a bit, but he doesn't mind at all.]

Just wish I could share this with Rude an' Rufus. They'd LOVE this thing. . .it feels good. m'so tired. ..never thought it'd be like this. . .ain' ta say I ain' been close ta dyin' before, but it's always been so quick. Not sure if it's scarier knowin' what's comin', or just havin' it be so quick I ain' got time ta think about it. Other scary thing is. . .no Lifestream here. Will I end up a ghost? Or when I die will I just be snuffed out like a candle flame? So many damn questions I don't have answers to.


Date: 2009-03-18 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Rufus listens to Reno talk, looking incredibly sad and worried. Finally, he can't stand it anymore and he decides to speak up.]

Reno, where are you? [His voice is quiet, shaking slightly.]

Re: [voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
First floor baths. . .couldn't move now if I wanted now that I'm in here. ..m'so tired. . .

[action & voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm coming to see you, Reno. You shouldn't be alone right now.

[A short time later, Rufus arrives in the baths. He searches around for Reno, and when he finds him he takes a moment just to observe the redhead before approaching. He looks nervous.]


Re: [action & voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He reached over with the bottle of rum, indicating Rufus should take some if he wanted.] May as well take a sip. [the breathing has become ragged, uneven, a slight whistle at the end of each one. The bacterial invasion had left his brain alone, rather attacking his heart and lungs, leaving him weakened, but coherent, though he wished to God he weren't.]

I feel like Hell, Ru. . .[the nickname was so quiet, so soft, as if he had the strength for that and no more.]


Date: 2009-03-18 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Do not be ridiculous Reno -you'll be fine!

We'll find Aerith, she'll heal you again. It will work this time. Just...sit tight for now.

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I can't move now, Ciss. .. I got into th'tub.' soon as I went in, m'body just went limp.

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That...that's good. Helpful not good.

I...I mean you'll be fine, right? It''s okay.
I'm going to find someone...with materia to help.

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[That wheezing, ragged breathing would be heard over the comm] No. [The negation was made in a firm but very soft voice.] Just. . . would be prolongin' th'inevitable, Ciss. . .Right now what I need more'n anything. . .is company.

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm coming to see you. I have a Cure. I'll use it.

[slightly rushed breathing to indicate running]

You'll be fine, I'm sure.

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[When she reached him he would be laying fully back in the tub with his eyes closed, his breathing shallow and raspy, skin brilliant pink with infection, sweat beading on his forehead.] I know your footsteps, Ciss. . .can't move. . .eyelids even feel like I got lead weights sittin' on 'em. Talkin' is gettin' hard too.

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

[her voice low with a slight quiver, fear evident in the tremble.] can't...Just hold on? Please?

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You weren't. .here when my first. . .mission blew up in m'face. .. literally. [he was panting between each word, but he was trying gamely to hold on, to survive, just that tiniest bit longer.] I bled. bad. . felt just like. .. this.

[he was trembling uncontrollably, though the water was warm.] So. .. c-cold. . .

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's because you're in water, and drinking and...

[she trails off, kneeling down at the side of the bath] can't die. You can't.

[sniffling just a little but angrily wiping her face]

You're supposed to be strong, fight it damnit!

Please. Tell me how I can help.

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-18 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Just. . .stay with me. [His skin had gone from flushed and hot to clammy as his badly infected and damaged lungs and heart struggled to remain functioning. He'd begun going into shock which was why he felt so cold, and there was not much any could do to stop it.]

Re: [Voice]

Date: 2009-03-19 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[taking a deep breath and moving to lean on the side of the bath slightly]

I promise, I won't leave.

[eyes sad and filling with tears that she wasn't going to wipe away.]

I'll stay right here.

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Rufus had moved to the back of the room at Cissnei's arrival, but now he moves forward, kneeling by the side of the tub. He lifts a hand to run through Reno's hair, looking rather upset.]

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[The soft shuddering breaths began to come further and further apart. . but there was a smile on that wan face despite the entire mess.] I. . .wish. . .I'd. . told. . .you. ..before. .. I. .. loved. .. you. . .back. ..home. . ..Ru.

[Those words, quiet, broken, and with the very last ounce of strength.] Tell. .. Rude. . .I. . .love him. . .and Two. . .I'm sorry. . .for what happened. [With that the shaky breaths came to a stop, the thready and weakening heartbeat stilling. A slack stillness cane over his features then. At the age of 23, Reno of the Turks had left this life behind.]

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Cissnei chocked back a sob, watching Reno and clenching her fist around the bath tub.]


[She whimpered slightly. Uncaring that the Vice President could see her weakness. She lowered her forehead to the bathtub as she started to sob her heart out.]

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Rufus was rather glad he was already kneeling. He looks down at Reno in disbelief. Of course, they all knew this was a possibility-Reno's line of work was dangerous--but for it to come like this...]

Reno? [His voice is soft.] Reno, a-answer me.Rufus runs his hands through Reno's hair, looking lost and very, very sad.]

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[There was no answer. . .the pale face grew paler still, as those aqua eyes slid open one more time, and the tell tale gray film that indicated death had come began to encroach over them, the body still. . .oh so very still. .. and the only sound to remain in the room would be that of the water dripping in the tub, the sound of the spa mat running, and Cissnei's quiet tears. It would likely occur to one of them that they should remove his body from the tub and inform the others that he had died.]

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Make him better.

[Cissnei whispered towards Rufus, her voice chocked. She couldn't even turn her head to look at him, too afraid to see his lifeless eyes.]

Fix it! Please!

[It wasn't supposed to happen like this at all. Reno wasn't meant to die, none of them were, not like this, not to Cissnei.]

Can't you make it better?

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[For once, Rufus knows the feeling of being utterly powerless. He can't tear his eyes from Reno, even as he listens to Cissnei's pleading.

He swallows hard.]

I... I can't. [It hurts to admit it. It hurts so bad!]

Reno...! C'mon, please!

[His tone sounds a little more desperate.]

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Reno? ....please. Reno.

[sniffling slightly, tears streaking down her face and blurring her vision.]

W-w-we need...need to tell....Rude.

[Cissnei didn't want to think about how the bald Turk would take it. How torn and devastated. That he wasn't even here.]

Can...can you ....move him?

[Lying in the bath, growing colder and colder, Cissnei didn't think it was how Reno should be left. They could move him to the bed. Cover him. Make him...presentable. A wrack of sobbing took Cissnei by surprise as she sobbed again, moving away from the bathtub to wipe her face on a towel.]

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Help me lift him. [Rufus half-whispers it around the lump in his throat. His voice doesn't want to cooperate.]

Let's dry him off and call Rude.

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah. Okay.

[Moving back to the bathtub, trying to keep her gaze off Reno's still form while she helps to move him.]

I...I should tell Twoguns. And...and Tseng. Or...or you should tell Tseng...

[For a short moment, Cissnei forgot who she was talking to.]

I..I'm sorry sir, of course, whatever you feel is best, sir.

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Rufus shakes his head.]

I can make an announcement, once he is dressed.

Re: [action]

Date: 2009-03-19 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Helping Rufus move Reno from the tub and to the floor, looking around for Reno's clothes, still crying, although silently now.]

I need...I can't...

[with a shuddering breath, she turns towards Reno, shaking her head slightly.]

I can't be here. I can't do this.

[Putting Reno's clothes next to him, turning to Rufus apologetically.]

I'm sorry sir.

[With a stiff bow she turns, almost running from the bathroom in a hurry to distance herself from the whole scene.]

Date: 2009-03-18 11:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dude. You're prattlin'. If you're really dyin', have some dignity and go out like a man.

Date: 2009-03-18 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Fuck.' the chocobo you rode. .. in on.

Date: 2009-03-18 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I ain't even gonna pretend I know that that shit is.

Probably better off.

Date: 2009-03-18 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
{A chuckle followed by a harsh barking cough comes back over it.] Big bird. . .ride 'em. . .think. ..your nearest. ..local. . .analogy. . .a horse.

Date: 2009-03-18 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Don't do horses. Bikes are more my style. Goes with the leather and big-assed sword, y'know?

Date: 2009-03-19 08:59 am (UTC)


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