[ WP ] You and your cohorts have pulled off your heist as planned . Later , in your hideout , you see TV reports that the payload you hijacked is lethally radioactive

The small screen was glowing in the darkened room. I did my best to block out the sounds coming from the adjoining kitchen, and read: 
 
 `` Acute radiation syndrome ( ARS ), also known as radiation poisoning, radiation sickness or radiation toxicity, is a constellation of health effects which present within 24 hours of exposure to high amounts of ionizing radiation. The radiation causes cellular degradation due to damage to DNA and other key molecular structures within the cells in various tissues; this destruction, particularly as it affects ability of cells to divide normally, in turn causes the symptoms. The symptoms can begin within one or two hours and may last for several months.'' 
 
 *Fuck, * I thought. I flicked my thumb upwards on the screen ( *how the fuck was that so painful? * ) and read some more, my eyes barely able to focus, the pulsing of my blood a source of tangible pain in every inch of my body. 
 
 ``... nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, and abdominal pain are usually seen within two hours. Vomiting in this time-frame is a marker for whole body exposures that are in the fatal range above 4 Gy. Without exotic treatment such as bone marrow transplant, death with this dose is common... Neurovascular syndrome typically occurs at absorbed doses greater than 30 Gy ( 3000 rad ), though it may occur at 10 Gy ( 1000 rad ). It presents with neurological symptoms such as dizziness, headache, or decreased level of consciousness, occurring within minutes to a few hours, and with an absence of vomiting. It is invariably fatal.'' 
 
 *Fuck you, Jimmy Wales, * I thought, and weakly threw the phone across the room. It did n't go far, and tumbled with a soft thump on the carpet. 
 
 My cheek felt like it was on fire after having been pressed into the carpet for so long. I lifted my head as much as I could and saw that I'd been drooling blood. There was a dark puddle in the carpet. My mouth felt sticky, but I could n't move my tongue enough to tell if I'd accidentally chewed through my cheek, or just vomited up blood again. 
 
 The retching started in the kitchen again, along with a wet splattering sound, like someone pouring soup onto the ground. I listened as long as it went on - it was n't like I could do much else - and then listened some more as the heaving, pain-riddled sobs resumed where the vomiting left off. 
 
 *Invariably fatal, * I thought. *That's not so bad. * I shut my eyes, the lids seeming to rub against my corneas like sandpaper, and did my best to go to sleep, hoping against hope that I would n't wake up again.
