A little piece I wrote after hearing some depressing song.

I – I'm… dying.

I can hear outside noises, I guess I'm in sickbay, but it's like I've retreated to a dark corner in the back of my mind. I can't say goodbye to them. I wish I had more time. I can't raise my head and form a rough smile. I can hear someone talking about me. I can't tell, but I think it's Dr. Crusher. I think she's ordering something. Defiantly not from the food replicator, judging by her tone. Now I know she's trying to bring me back somehow, but I also know that I won't survive. Armus just sucked the life out of me. Now I'm bombarding myself with scattered thoughts as his poison slowly works. I hope they remember me. I can hear Dr. Cusher again. She's saying the same thing as last time, but slightly different. I hope Armus didn't kill anyone else. I can sense I'm almost gone. Above all else here, I hope Data rememb-

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The end – for now, if you review, that is.

Sorry if isn't that good. Things written (by me) with music usually aren't that good.