[Private voice message to Tim, Aisling, and Ianto]

[chronosexual]

[ The voice isn't exactly clear at first, but it sounds like wheezing. Jack's voice comes in over the mic, weak, and entirely uncharacteristic of him. ]

Help. I... I'm.. I'm dying. I can't.. I can't stop.

[ He coughs, and what sounds like dirt hitting concrete is heard near the phone. ]

Make it stop. Please god make it stop.

[ He coughs again and begins to choke. The sounds continue on for a few minutes while he struggles, slapping the ground and kicking while he struggles for life.

And silence.

At least for a few minutes before he gasps back to life and hits the phone in his waking, turning the feed off. ]

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[private voice message]

[detectivewonder]

Jack, I've got three distress calls to bring in and triage, but as soon as I have... I'll be there.

I'm sorry, I...

They have to come first right now.

[Audio] --> [Action]

[coimiceoir]

Seaimpín! I'm coming!

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[She's there in ten minutes, her thneed made into a bag stuffed full with her treasures and all the healing and protection charms she can think of. Through the door, down the stairs, zipping through the main space calling for him.]

Captain! Where are you?

[Action]

[chronosexual]

[ Jack isn't far from the entrance. There's a sizable trail from the bedroom to where he is, mostly consisting of blood and whatever dirt he'd managed to cough up. At present, he's still, eyes wide and his body bent unnaturally backward, as if he'd fallen off something very tall and landed on something that could make his spine bend at such an extreme angle. His clothes are as good as ruined, soaked completely through in blood and torn in places.

[ It isn't long before he gasps when the blessing of life returns to him. He's reaching, clawing for anything familiar, and looking around wildly. ]

A..Aisling..? You came.

[Action]

[coimiceoir]

[She's at his side in a flash, even paler than usual, if that's possible, catching his hand in both of hers.]

Of course I came, silly! I'll always come. What's happening to you? Where's Ianto?

[Action]

[chronosexual]

I.. I don't know.. I don't know anything. I don't know where Ianto is.. I don't know what's happening to me but...

[ He frowns up at her and squeezes Aisling's hand with his own shaking one. ]

I'm... I'm dying, Aisling... It keeps happening. Help. Please, Aisling... I'm scared.

[ It's not something he would normally admit, but he's been through enough pain just in the last few hours and he looks so, so tired. ]

Find him for me, Aisling. I need him. I need to know that he's okay.

[ For a moment, it looks like he's getting better; repairing himself. He even manages a small smile. And suddenly he's struck dead in an instant, a small hole appearing in his forehead from nothing, clean through the other side. There are another few wounds that appear on his chest moments later, as if he'd been shot. ]

[Action]

[coimiceoir]

[Biting back the panic, Aisling stroked his arm, listening and trying to soothe, figure out what's going on, what she should do. He isn't giving her much room to interject, and she never was the type to make ineffectual soothing noises. His sudden death comes as a sharp shock, and she jumps, only a slender thread of willpower keeping her at his side instead of leaping halfway across the room. This... This isn't natural. Trembling, she reaches forward to hover over the strange wound. This isn't a sword, or an arrow... it has no trace of magic about it.

His hand in hers is chill.]