Jan 15 2016, 12:04 AM
Heart racing, skipping beats and slamming into a halt as it failed to work for just a few seconds before kick starting again. He cried; harsh, ragged and gross. Snot dripping down alongside the sanguine fluid. He was dying, and he was so tired. He could feel it all slowing down. So painfully slow now. Each breath taking longer than the last. A faint wheeze accompanied by the soft gurgle of blood than trickled into his lungs; daring so much as to fill his throat.
He waited; gathering every ounce that he could. All the strength he could muster up began to rip from his throat. Specks of ichor flying forth with the effort he exerted. His voice rattling through his skull; cutting through the dying colors. A voice he could barely recognize as his own.
"C̦̰̣̗͍̈́̈́̒ͩ̅ͮ̎̕L̵͈̔̍̉ͦO̒̌͏̻̪͙V̝͚̮̔ͩ͊͝Ḙͬ̉ͪ̀R̷̘̤͚̞̬̆̊ͅ"
She never came.
And so he laid there, drifting off into static numbness. Eyes shut with an expression of panic and pain splattered across his face. Alone and so close to death. But yet there still remained a faint and sporadic heartbeat. Organs barely functioning; just enough to avoid permanent damage. Just enough for him to survive. Just a faint flicker of fire atop the candle wick in this raging storm inside him.
Just enough...to find Clover...
[exit]