Stupid. Naive. Should have had shields up. Trust. Trusted Shepard. Not sure if hate. Has different perspective—lives longer than me, expects to deal with consequences of Krogan resurgence. Irrelevant; Wrex and Eve remarkable leaders, second rebellion unlikely. Maybe wrong? Trust Wrex as much as Shepard; wrong on that account.
Trauma typical of bullet wounds. Large caliber round, high velocity, initial pressure wave disrupts surrounding tissue, organs. Blood loss extensive. Shock dulls pain response. Prognosis…good. Prognosis good, can still make it, can still save cure, save Krogan. Scientist, but also former STG. Had horn ripped off; survived. Will survive this. Long enough, anyway. Must. Calcium, thulium bicarbonate—familar. Why? Seashells! Of course, seashells. Why seashells now? Focus!
Blood levels still dropping. Still within acceptable ranges. Cannot lose as much blood as krogan, or even human or turian. So many studies. Loved them all. Scientist salarian. Strangely miss singing. Fun on children’s shows; informative, enlightening, teaching new generations. Wish I had done it more. Wish many things. Should have experimented more during sexual intercourse with powerful biotic. Possibilities! Not sure she remembers me. Should have seen Elcor rendition of Hamlet; agonizingly slow, but culturally significant performance through perspective of different species! Exciting.
Blood loss catastrophic now. Doors opening, must focus—console! Temperature variance will destroy cure! No. No, no, no! Not yet! No seashells! My responsibility. No, not yet, not now, not ready! Can’t walk, can still crawl! Must! One hand, now the other—so close, so close! Not yet! Dispersal imminent, must intervene!
No. No, no.
Tired. Seashells sound good at the moment.