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"Nevermind. There may still be screaming. Although this is the first time someone was able to talk while being in this much pain." Rachdarmos Moved his hands quickly over the wounds and selaed up the rest of them. "Lets see if I can ease his mental pain." Rachdarmos inserted his hands into the Lycans brain and saw many horrible things. But he was more used to seeing things such as this. He tried as hard as he could to wash away some of the memories, at the very least blur them up a bit. "This is all I can do but maybe it will ease his mind."

Sin's mind swam as he felt air rushing by his head as J'valia carried him. He looked up and barely made out her form in his failing vision. She had healed him partially, but it had been too late. He was already too far gone. He smiled weakly and gently stroked her cheek, streaking his blood on her. Then, his body went limp.

The doctors took Sin from J'valia and placed him on a bed. They hooked him up to an EKG and started to monitor his vitals, which were already starting to fail. His heartbeat was extremely slow. Beep.....beep...beep...went the EKG. "We're losing him!" A doctor proclaimed. They brought out a C.R.A.S.H cart and started to gear up the defibrillator. Beep.....beep....beeeeeep... Flatline. The doctors charged the pads. "Clear!" Once...one beat. Recharge. "Clear!" Twice...one more beat. Sin's wings unfurled with a sudden ferocity from the electric shock. They knocked over trays and the IV. The doctor wouldn't give up as the nurses hurriedly tried to recover the knocked over instruments. "Come on Sin, come on!" Recharge. "Clear!" Thrice...no response. The infirmary echoed with the sound of the flatline. The doctor turned off the EKG with a sigh.

The doctor approached J'valia and shook his head. "I'm...I'm sorry." He merely said and walked away. The nurses busied themselves with other patients. A coroner came and started putting Sin into a body bag. They were going to have to do an autopsy to see what caused him to die.

((No. Infirmaries are very similar to hospitals. Only they have one floor. In this case, he's in another part of the infirmary. Like, in the back...Sorta like an emergency room.))

Indrid nodded and went to the back. He heard many doctors working quickly. One moved and he got a look. It was Sin. "Sin!" he said, trying to see through the doctors. "Are you.." he stopped. He wasn't moving. "Indrid, can you hurry it up?" He heard Rachdarmos say. He decided the doctors would do whats best and he grabbed the surgical mask, gloves, and a small needle and reluctantly left the area where Sin was.

He apporached the Angel, his mood visibly sad. "What do you need help with?"

Indrid nodded, and began making sewing the torn flesh. It was like knitting a sweater. But it was with flesh.


(Writers block rolleyes )

The coroner finished putting Sin's lifeless body into the bag and zipped it up. A nurse came over and helped him put the body onto a rolling bed. Once the body was on the bed, the coroner slowly wheeled him out of the back. Unbeknownst to him, Sin's arm managed to slip through a hole in the bag and was hanging limply out of the side.

The question was kind of like an insult to him. He wasn't mad at Alastor, he knew he didn't know, but it hurt him. He simply shook his head, and seeings Sins body being wheeled out, it made him feel worse.

He shook his head. "No. Syds probably dead. And Sin, well."

As the stitches were finished, two familiar scents came to him, one that made him happy before the other made him fearful. Sitting up in the bed, he sniffed the air. No...it couldn't be him...he couldn't have died...The sight of a limp hand hanging from a coroners bag confirmed it. Anger filled his eyes. No, not Sin. Anyone but Sin...Jumping out of the bed, he ran to the body being transported, the nurses frightened as to how quick he was damaged.

He opened the bag and saw the lifeless body...

Anger filled his heart, overriding the pain of his injuries that he had most likely reopened in his haste. He looked to the nurses, his one eye ablaze in fury. "How did he die?"