Joining the Fringe [Gorim]

In those blessed few moments when there wasn't pain, Therran noticed Anna come into the room. She, Peter and Ren were all very upset, they didn't want her to put him through that horror again. 'Ah, but I said I would,' he thought to himself, 'And so I shall.' As he was about to attempt to speak again though, the pain returned, shredding the clarification of his thoughts and casting its cursed haze over them. If he had been capable of it, he would have doubled over in pain at this one. By far, it was the worst. He didn't know how much longer he could withstand this. 'Agony,' he thought bitterly, 'That describes it.' No, there couldn't be anything much worse than this, and if there was, he wouldn't wish it on even his worst enemy. He briefly could register Ren and Peter yelling at Meggie to stop and saw them slightly. Or maybe it wasn't them, his vision was blurred to a point that he couldn't tell. 'What a sight I must be,' he thought through it, 'Pale as death I'm sure, with blood trickling from my mouth where I bit it open. My eyes are probably glazed over with pain. Yes, wonderful.' Why were his thought so disoriented? He tried to think of something of significance, but the pain blocked in out. Oh the pain... It was white-hot and melting his resolve ever so slowly, no matter how hard he tried to fight it. 'I don't want to die...' he thought as his vision faded. 'Please don't let me die...' That was when he succumbed to blissful unconciousness and all his thoughs ceased.