illicitresearch: (Regretful Postscript)
VI: The Cloaked Schemer ([personal profile] illicitresearch) wrote in [personal profile] recitings 2015-03-13 02:52 am (UTC)

Voice 8/17, Mid-Afternoon

Genesis...

[ Zexion's voice is a strange mixture of defeated, exhausted, frustrated... and strung through with anxiety]

I can't take this anymore. I'm a mess and it doesn't even feel good anymore, I'm so sore and it hurts and it's still not letting up, so I wanted to let you know that I'm headed down to the hospital now. If they check me in, it might wind up an overnight, so... don't expect me at work.

Whatever sort of bad reaction it is... or maybe my hormones are just flat out wrecked, there has to be something they can do to fix it.

This has just gotten ridiculous. My balls are twice the size they should be!

I'll let you know, as soon as they tell me what's wrong. Maybe they can drain it somehow without making me come, I'm just... it's not even attractive like this, and the wiping up's got everything all red, I'm worried!

(Ugh. This is no good at all.)

I'm afraid, Genesis. They must know how to treat it without just milking me to death, right?

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