[this is beyond field medicine--this is the result of long, calculated medical intervention, that is now wearing off. it could be called torture without a single ounce of exaggeration.
julian/alexander--he isn't sure what to call himself now, he thought he knew but he doesn't--groans slightly as he's shifted, eyes falling closed. he's shaking apart at the seams, but at least he doesn't feel quite like he's dying. not that he knows what that feels like, he doesn't think. then again, with how scrambled his memories are he can't be sure.]
Glad you didn't.
[his voice sounds small, and it's so hard to speak even those few words. he doesn't know what the doctors did to him, but he's starting to recall that there was something done to him in the first place.]
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julian/alexander--he isn't sure what to call himself now, he thought he knew but he doesn't--groans slightly as he's shifted, eyes falling closed. he's shaking apart at the seams, but at least he doesn't feel quite like he's dying. not that he knows what that feels like, he doesn't think. then again, with how scrambled his memories are he can't be sure.]
Glad you didn't.
[his voice sounds small, and it's so hard to speak even those few words. he doesn't know what the doctors did to him, but he's starting to recall that there was something done to him in the first place.]