Hobbes watched his partner worriedly. Darien looked so pale, so worn out. The Keeper was supposed to be finishing up that mini-batch of counteragent any time now. He hoped it would be soon.
Darien's legs moved a little, a desultory attempt to loosen the ropes that bound them, but even that seemed too much effort for him.
"Hobbsie...." he whispered.
"I'm here, Fawkes." Hobbes moved closer, still careful to stay out of range of any attacks, wishing there were something more he could do for his partner.
"She's killing me, Bobby....." Lying on the floor of the padded room, Darien rolled over to face his partner. The red eyes looking at him were sunken, his face covered with a sheen of cold sweat.
"Hang in there, Fawkes! Keeper's almost done."
"I can't....I'm so tired....." Darien's head sank back to the floor, his eyes closing. "Please...Bobby....don't let her do this to me...."
His body began trembling. Hobbes reached for one of the syringes the Keeper had left for him, the corticosteroids that could help stave off shock, cursing to himself.
"Dammit, Fawkes, don't do this again. Fawkes!"
He gave the injection. Darien barely seemed aware of him, and although the trembling slowly faded, he didn't seem to come out of it all the way. Worried, Hobbes pulled out his cell phone and dialed the Keep.
Darien's legs moved a little, a desultory attempt to loosen the ropes that bound them, but even that seemed too much effort for him.
"Hobbsie...." he whispered.
"I'm here, Fawkes." Hobbes moved closer, still careful to stay out of range of any attacks, wishing there were something more he could do for his partner.
"She's killing me, Bobby....." Lying on the floor of the padded room, Darien rolled over to face his partner. The red eyes looking at him were sunken, his face covered with a sheen of cold sweat.
"Hang in there, Fawkes! Keeper's almost done."
"I can't....I'm so tired....." Darien's head sank back to the floor, his eyes closing. "Please...Bobby....don't let her do this to me...."
His body began trembling. Hobbes reached for one of the syringes the Keeper had left for him, the corticosteroids that could help stave off shock, cursing to himself.
"Dammit, Fawkes, don't do this again. Fawkes!"
He gave the injection. Darien barely seemed aware of him, and although the trembling slowly faded, he didn't seem to come out of it all the way. Worried, Hobbes pulled out his cell phone and dialed the Keep.