[Lost] - Work of Heart

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The Turk - drop, shake, turtle (from akonken)

He lies in bed, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Whup-whup-whup-whup, as the two chambers inflate and deflate in turn. He finds it distracting, compared to the barely perceptible osmotic chirr of his original heart.

The new heart is better, fashioned by Penny Dreadful, the woman who made his brain and therefore, unquestionably, a genius of the second order. It pumps more strongly, although he does dislike the shake of its alternating pump. The old one was more compact, but feeble; he often felt as though he would drop at the slightest exertion, but between the new heart and the new lungs and the new bones, he knows his capabilities to her grown.

Sometimes he wishes he could put the old heart back for the night, but it is long gone. He remembers placing it in Chip's hand, its round, domed case nestling like a turtle in the elemental's palm. The price for that was not extracted before Chip's death and he wonders if he will ever learn who killed him, so that he can determine who to bill for that loss.

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[seph-hazard.livejournal.com]

Oh curses, I though she had it. Oh well.

Also, yay, Turk :-)