My mate lay crumpled on the floor, foaming from his mouth. His body jerked sporadically like he was connected to a live wire, his finger reaching out to grab onto something.
For a moment I froze, blinking furiously as I tried to process the sight in front of me, but the tears kept blurring my vision, and every effort to control it proved abortive.
So I moved, my knees dragging on the tiles as I reached him, and I finally beheld his state.
He was worse than I had imagined, his skin a deathly pale color that death painted on its victims. His eyes were gleaming over, his breath dragging painfully through his lips, and when he tried to exhale, it was a mixture of blood and foam that came out.
“W-what?” I gathered him in my arms, unable to form words. My brain had refused to compute the fac
