Beneath Dirk's searching fingers, Ranboo's breath is a thin, shaking wheeze, choked out only once in a while now, seemingly his body's own panic fighting against the sedative's attempts to shut it down. When Dirk finds their pulse, it's still fast, faster than it should be, but rather than the panicked throbbing it was before, the rhythm has weakened into more of an irregular pattering. Their eyelids, not quite closed, flutter slightly, the muscular reflexes of a dying body rather than any kind of sign of consciousness.
He isn't conscious. Dirk may take some comfort in knowing that they aren't feeling any of this-- or he may be disappointed, depending on his mood. He'll certainly feel the aftermath when next he wakes, but for now, Ranboo is blissfully unaware of the agony his body is enduring as it shuts down around him. For all intents and purposes, he's already dead-- were he not going to wake up again, he would've already lost his last moments of consciousness several seconds ago.
But his body struggles on, despite its rapidly degrading state, the gasps of breath coming further and further apart, their heart skipping as it begins to fail and slow.
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Date: 2024-08-26 02:05 am (UTC)He isn't conscious. Dirk may take some comfort in knowing that they aren't feeling any of this-- or he may be disappointed, depending on his mood. He'll certainly feel the aftermath when next he wakes, but for now, Ranboo is blissfully unaware of the agony his body is enduring as it shuts down around him. For all intents and purposes, he's already dead-- were he not going to wake up again, he would've already lost his last moments of consciousness several seconds ago.
But his body struggles on, despite its rapidly degrading state, the gasps of breath coming further and further apart, their heart skipping as it begins to fail and slow.