[H/W - **3 - Holy shit, holy shit, he's dying in my arms, holyshit]

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{Unmistakable choking and gurgling noises were in the background as clothing shifted and that familiar accent cut the air.}

C’mon, Blondie-- yer stronger than this don’t you even fuckin’ give up on me! Piece a shit technology can’t even start--- HEY! {It was a loud shout into the microphone as he realized it was on.}

Any of yer sorry asses is a REAL, medical doctor, ya better get yer asses out here or I swear on fuckin’ everything that is if I find someone that didn’t help--!!

{A softer, much much more quite, mousy voice gurgled;} C-Cid….

Sonnof’va bitch, {His voice trailed off into the distance.} yeah, Cloud, I’m right here---

{The transmission fizzed out before cutting off.}