James wanted to run, he wanted to run so bad, but he had to own up to it. "I was heading towards bluebase, going to round up everyone, when the Red's ****ty warthog started to screw up and jerk. I couldn't control my acceleration, Tucker saved Doll. Doll was rummaging in her medical bag, he sat his hand on her shoulder. "Doll..." he tailed off, she understood.
The pain was intense, you'd think it would be painless... it wasn't. IT was the fiery lakes of hell flowing from his neck. His eyes stared at James, pleadingly. "Just ******* do it" he managed to gurgle out.