Edwin's cough was a weak rattle of life.

Once more with his neck in the deathly vice of the marine's hand Edwin hung limply, his feet drawing a white mark through the filth even as dripping blood and flaps of sliced flesh fell to the floor to add to it. "Uh...help...please..." Edwin could barely hear his own voice, nor feel the way his mouth moved. All he felt was pain, as if every inch of him was on fire.

Though the fire was rapidly being replaced by a distant throbbing, and cold...Edwin felt his eyes roll back in his skull even as he struggled to remain concious, focusing on a hazy thought...cold...death?

The marine didn't answer, its steps steps silent as it continued to march along the dark corridor.

"I...need...help." Edwin managed a slight heave, trying to raise his arm to pat the creature carrying him, but his arm fell back before it was halfway, his diced shoulder seemingly afire. For how long had he managed to run? He couldn't remember...he just remembered a lot of slipping, pain and...humiliation.

He suddenly found himself glaring up at the uncaring monster dragging him along.

"I...hate you."

With a jerk the monster came to a stop, making Edwin cry out as the move pushed more blood out of his wounds. Fear grasped his heart, his neck craning up to stare at the monster, expecting it to crush his life away at any moment.

Instead he found the beast looking away from him, its free hand pushing out to open one of the many doors lining the corridor and revealing Edwin's cell. "Wait...you-"

With a rush of air he was sent flying, his body tensing with the pain he knew would come.

"AGH!" Edwin's eyes widened as his body spasmed in pain, his wounds painting the floor dark as he slid and rolled across the cell, only to finally come to a rest against toilet. At least he barely felt his head hitting the hard ceramite...Edwin's almost managed a hysterical laugh at the thought while whimpering under the assault upon his nerves.

Blinking away tears, blood and the stars dancing before his vision Edwin looked up and found the marine standing in the doorway, already moving to close it. "Wait..."

The marine froze, but didn't say anything, the beast just looking down at Edwin, apparently uncaring of Edwin's state. Gritting his teeth Edwin forced his lungs to take in new air, searing his raw throat. He hated that creature and didn't want anything to do with it...but he could practically feel his life slip away, and beggars could not be choosers.

"Please...I'm bleeding...I need help." Edwin croaked, his voice turning into a pained wheeze at the end.

The marine tilted its head ever so slightly, as if his words needed considering. "Be strong and survive, or die."

"What? But-"

The door slammed shut.

"What...you can't just..." Edwin managed to crawl forward an entire inch before dropping prone. His wide eyes focused on the now closed door slowly turning into glaring slits. "Bastard! I need help! I'll kill you!" Pushing forth he closed his hands into fists, the fresh pain urging him on...he actually managed to get two feet towards the door before collapsing in a pool of his own blood.

Grunting he rolled over unto his back, his hands slowly uncurling, drawing a whimper out of him as the burning pain was replaced by a heavy thumping, as if his heart was expanding until he could feel its every movement upon his skin. Staring at the ceiling he felt the floor begin to stick to him as the blood he lay in coagulated.

"Right." The word was spoken in a remarkably clear voice as Edwin felt something like a second wind come over him. "Get up or die." Grumbling he pulled himself up into a sitting position, the pain of his torn skin being pulled back by the blood nothing compared to what he'd just suffered through. "Get to the bed or die." He rolled towards the bed, getting up on his knees with some difficulty even as he felt his legs begin to wobble.

Growling he reached out, clawing hands closing around the quilt to the bed as he begun to pull himself up.

Instead his leg gave way, pulling both him and the quilt to the floor. "Frack!" The curse exploded from pale lips as his body jerked in pain, he didn't allow himself to cry more though, already feeling dehydrated as it was. Nor did he let himself freeze up, a feeling in his stomach telling him he should hurry.

Grabbing the quilt as best he could he pulled a corner against his shoulder, pulling it partly over himself. "Need..." He wasn't sure what he needed. Instead he decided to roll away from the bed, pulling the quilt with him. Half a minute later and he found himself wrapped tightly into the quilt, his own little cocoon. Would it help stave off the blood loss? Perhaps over the shoulders...but Edwin wasn't sure it would be enough.

He couldn't do much more though, his body slowly going limp as the second wind disappeared, leaving him exhausted and dizzy. "So...tired." He muttered the words, trying to find something to focus on, something to keep him awake...but finding nothing.

As if wishing to distract him his stomach rumbled, drawing a different kind of wince out of him. How long had it been since he'd had a proper meal? Back at his home planet there had been very little food, or time to eat it, at the end...and now...he didn't know how long he had been gone. The way his lips were drying and peeling wasn't a good sign either...

"Food..." He winced, a hand within his cocoon coming to rest upon the now constantly rumbling stomach. "Water...please?"

There was none to answer him however.

"P...please?"