Where it touches his skin, the veins bulge and go green over his cheek, and start to spread out, and his skin starts to turn mottled green. He cringes, but he's too weak to move, too weak to fight back. It's hard just finding the strength to still breathe.
He meets Tim's gaze, but sees only that cold, furious stare back.
So, as his eyes roll back into his head, he tells him what he'd been told when it happened to him, what he wished so hard he could believe.
Re: The Statuary
Where it touches his skin, the veins bulge and go green over his cheek, and start to spread out, and his skin starts to turn mottled green. He cringes, but he's too weak to move, too weak to fight back. It's hard just finding the strength to still breathe.
He meets Tim's gaze, but sees only that cold, furious stare back.
So, as his eyes roll back into his head, he tells him what he'd been told when it happened to him, what he wished so hard he could believe.
He's starting to lose consciousness now.
No, scratch that. He's dying.