Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-26854056-20170413193806

Leon laid down, oddly calm for such a situation. Years of augmentations to his vocal chords made him familiar with the smell of antiseptic and the sight of blinding LED lights. Harvard however, looked like he was about to have a stroke. He smiled half heartedly, letting himself relax as the anaesthesia started to take effect.

''We'll... We'll be okay...''