pocket full of posie

[thinkin_man]

Who: Delta, Sinclair, and Eleanor.
Where: Sinclair's apartment.
When: After this.
Summary: Sinclair's dying. :<
Rating: R, plaguenasties within.

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[businessfella]

Delta said he was coming for him. No matter what happened to the Protector, he would always come when you needed him. Through his pain and agony, Sinclair wanted to remember Delta's selflessness. His bond with Eleanor was unlike anything most others had. Sinclair almost felt jealous.

Of course, he would, if he could just maintain a straight thought. But he couldn't. Sinclair's thoughts were inturrupted by a desperate gasp for breath. When he managed to become somewhat stable again, he focused his thoughts on a tapping and creaking. Sinclair's eyes widened. He imagined what was waiting for him out there. Was it Lamb's freaks? Law enforcement? Maybe Death himself would escort him to the world beyond.

Sinclair fought back tears as his head fell to the side. "I'm on my way." "Delta." He said in almost a whisper. Sinclair hoped it reached the communicator. There was no possible way he could move. Turning his head was already excruciating. Laying in his bed, his white shirt was unbuttoned half way. He never got the chance to look but the

[happenagain]

When her father called to her, she finally tore herself from Grace's side to follow him. The older woman had passed away in the middle of a coughing fit, her surrogate daughter and "niece" at her side. Eleanor had taken the body out to be burned, in her suit, and set her outside. There had been tears...countless tears. Her father was sick and dying, and now Sinclair. It was only a matter of time...and she would be left. She would be alone. And when Delta called her to his side, she didn't hesitate. She was there, running with him to Sinclair's place

[thinkin_man]

Delta's heart sank when he saw the man's condition. He had hoped that maybe Sinclair could last a while longer, but he witnessed him gasping for air. It was too late. The old Big Daddy crept into the room, floorboards still loudly protesting the weight he put upon them

[businessfella]

Hearing heavy footsteps, Sinclair tried to open his eyes to get a good view. While he attempted, he felt a hand on his and looked over. Eleanor, she looked so sad. He never would have wanted to see the poor kid in such a condition. She didn't deserve as much pain as she recieved.

The faint red glow caught Sinclair's eye and he growled under his breath, coughing afterwards. The vibrations did nothing good for his inflammed throat. He raised his hand to swat away the syringe but it only made it halfway before falling back to his side.

"You said... return..." Sinclair managed, wanting to look at the two but all he could see now was the ceiling. "Is it... true?" He forced something like a smile at hearing Delta. The man was too good for him. Both of them were. They needed to be isolated and away from sick people like himself.