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'Its so dark... Where... Am I...?'

White floors blurred in and out of view.

'I'm so warm... And then so cold...'

He was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

'And tired... Am I... Asleep...? Or am I... Am I dead...?'

The staircase came into view and then faded away once again.

'So much pain... So much numbness... Where is everyone...?'

Nobody was down the corridor he was lying in.

'No noise... Not one noise...'

It was silent, but for a slight ringing in his ears.

'Wait... A tapping... No... Not tapping... Someone... Running...'

An orange blur rushed towards him, stumbling down the stairs.

'A dwarf... H... Honey... Honeydew...?'

"Ho...Honeydew...?"

"Yeah... Its me buddy..." He heard through the ringing as the dwarf helped him sit up, pulling him over to the wall and leaning him against it. "What happened?! The corridor up there... Its... Covered in blood... Its all splattered on the floor... And your hands... Xeph, what's going on...?"

'Blood... Red...'

He could see himself walking down the corridor, no, stumbling, tripping over his own feet. Coughing up blood that splattered the floor, his shoes and his hands.

'Falling...'

His legs had given way just before the staircase, and he had fallen down, landing on his back at the bottom, the darkness of sleep taking over him.

"I fell..." He said, feeling the pain still ringing down his spine, piercing the back of his skull. "Reactor..."

"Yeah, Xeph, we agreed you weren't going to work for a while, and then all of a sudden you said that you had to work on the reactor... That you had to get into one of your clones... And thank Notch you did... Otherwise your main body might have been damaged..." Honeydew said.

"Clones..."

The dwarf frowned at him, placing his palm against his head. "You feeling alright mate? Are you concussed?" He asked as the spaceman flinched at his touch. "You're bloody freezing... Come on... Let's get you back to the Jaffa cafe... I think you need some rest..." And with that, the dwarf pulled the spaceman up to his shaky feet, pulling his arm across his shoulders, and climbing back up the staircase. On the way he used his walky talky to get the cleanup staff down the corridors for the blood, and then took the spaceman to the cloning suite to get him back into his original clone.

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The dwarf sat on his bed, watching the spaceman sleep across the room. Something was going on with the clones, well, more specifically, Xephos' clones. And he needed to know what. And soon, from what he'd seen today the problem was only getting worse, and he knew that the spaceman wouldn't give up working as hard as he usually did.

He sighed, flopping back onto his bed so that he was staring at the ceiling, thinking about earlier.

When he had helped Xephos walk out of the main clone bay, and began to walk with him to the exit, he noticed the marks. Deep cuts running from the back of his neck and disappearing under his jacket. The dwarf had stopped the dizzy spaceman and carefully pulled off his jacket and shirt, then turned him back around again, seeing the cuts going all the way down to his lower back, following his spine.

He burrowed his eyebrows and turned the spaceman back around, checking for more marks, like a mother who's child had gotten into a fight.

Xephos just let him move him around, weary as he was he didn't object, just complied. The dwarf scanned the mark around his neck from the Lalnable incident, and noticed two more marks on the lower of his toned stomach. He frowned and looked up at the spaceman, before giving a false smile and helping him get his clothes back on, and taking him to the Jaffa cafe for some rest.

"Nothing to worry about..." He had lied.

But now, as he sat there looking up at the ceiling, feeling sleep overcome him, he couldn't help but worry about what would happen to his friend if things continued.
Safe to say his dreams weren't all too pleasant that night.

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'Its so dark... Where... Am I...?'

White floors blurred in and out of view.

'I'm so warm... And then so cold...'

He was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

'And tired... Am I... Asleep...? Or am I... Am I dead...?'

The staircase came into view and then faded away once again.

'So much pain... So much numbness... Where is everyone...?'

Nobody was down the corridor he was lying in.

'No noise... Not one noise...'

It was silent, but for a slight ringing in his ears.

'Wait... A tapping... No... Not tapping... Someone... Running...'

An orange blur rushed towards him, stumbling down the stairs.

'A dwarf... H... Honey... Honeydew...?'

"Ho...Honeydew...?"

"Yeah... Its me buddy..." He heard through the ringing as the dwarf helped him sit up, pulling him over to the wall and leaning him against it. "What happened?! The corridor up there... Its... Covered in blood... Its all splattered on the floor... And your hands... Xeph, what's going on...?"

'Blood... Red...'

He could see himself walking down the corridor, no, stumbling, tripping over his own feet. Coughing up blood that splattered the floor, his shoes and his hands.

'Falling...'

His legs had given way just before the staircase, and he had fallen down, landing on his back at the bottom, the darkness of sleep taking over him.

"I fell..." He said, feeling the pain still ringing down his spine, piercing the back of his skull. "Reactor..."

"Yeah, Xeph, we agreed you weren't going to work for a while, and then all of a sudden you said that you had to work on the reactor... That you had to get into one of your clones... And thank Notch you did... Otherwise your main body might have been damaged..." Honeydew said.

"Clones..."

The dwarf frowned at him, placing his palm against his head. "You feeling alright mate? Are you concussed?" He asked as the spaceman flinched at his touch. "You're bloody freezing... Come on... Let's get you back to the Jaffa cafe... I think you need some rest..." And with that, the dwarf pulled the spaceman up to his shaky feet, pulling his arm across his shoulders, and climbing back up the staircase. On the way he used his walky talky to get the cleanup staff down the corridors for the blood, and then took the spaceman to the cloning suite to get him back into his original clone.

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The dwarf sat on his bed, watching the spaceman sleep across the room. Something was going on with the clones, well, more specifically, Xephos' clones. And he needed to know what. And soon, from what he'd seen today the problem was only getting worse, and he knew that the spaceman wouldn't give up working as hard as he usually did.

He sighed, flopping back onto his bed so that he was staring at the ceiling, thinking about earlier.

When he had helped Xephos walk out of the main clone bay, and began to walk with him to the exit, he noticed the marks. Deep cuts running from the back of his neck and disappearing under his jacket. The dwarf had stopped the dizzy spaceman and carefully pulled off his jacket and shirt, then turned him back around again, seeing the cuts going all the way down to his lower back, following his spine.

He burrowed his eyebrows and turned the spaceman back around, checking for more marks, like a mother who's child had gotten into a fight.

Xephos just let him move him around, weary as he was he didn't object, just complied. The dwarf scanned the mark around his neck from the Lalnable incident, and noticed two more marks on the lower of his toned stomach. He frowned and looked up at the spaceman, before giving a false smile and helping him get his clothes back on, and taking him to the Jaffa cafe for some rest.

"Nothing to worry about..." He had lied.

But now, as he sat there looking up at the ceiling, feeling sleep overcome him, he couldn't help but worry about what would happen to his friend if things continued.
Safe to say his dreams weren't all too pleasant that night.