"Erh, well, I used to have a thing for those bliss patches. Some heroin, Jekkarta, Warlock, LSD -- er, fuck, I can't even," John couldn't think, the ideas were there but he was losing the thoughts. Lurching forward, John coughed hard and harsh, a fit of them racking his body as blood dribble out of his mouth. This was worse for him, way worse than it was for all those people on the planet. They didn't see what happened ahead of time, John had. Organs liquidated, blood leaking out. It was revolting and he knew it was coming.

"I can't think," Wheezing hard, he cleared his throat, slumping back and covering his hand over his eyes because the light was starting to hurt. Light sensitivity was the worst one, too hard to keep the eyes open. And with them closed, it made it so much easier to nod off to sleep. "Turn the light off or dim it. Do something before I have to close my eyes."

Slumping back, he sniffed hard to try and clear his nose, hands tugging idly at his shirt to remove it. Keep talking? How did he talk if he couldn't think? What didn't require thought to talk about? "I don't know what to say. I think Jack would be astounded. Me, not knowing what to say."