[ Itās all he has in him; a quiet, shaky confirmation that heāll try. And he does. He takes a few labored breaths, but itās getting harder, like someone is standing on his chest and stopping him from fully inhaling. Heās bleeding out; he knows he is because itās all happened before. Maybe being here and being questionably alive was too good to be true. Maybe his death is finally catching up to him.
But where is Henderson?, he thinks, his eyes slowly scanning the room. The little shrimp should be here. He was before.
He opens his mouth, meaning to ask, but thatās enough for his last breath to leave him. His eyes lose their focus and for one terrifying moment, the light behind them goes out. They stare sightlessly into the darkness, empty and dull. Seconds tick by, the young man lies limp and as still as the grave, no longer breathingā
And suddenly, he bolts upright, gasping for air. This time, the weight on his chest has been lifted, and he sucks in gulps of air until he can cry out in his frustration and fear: ]
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiit. Jesus Christ! Shit!
[ After thatās out and he can unclench a bit, he performs a quick examination. The blood is gone, the pain is gone, and itās as if those wounds were never thereāagain. No fluttering bats in the halls, just the sound of Eddieās pounding heart as he turns to Geralt with a wounded and confused expression that clearly reads, you were the coolest person Iāve ever met; I trusted you. ]
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[ Itās all he has in him; a quiet, shaky confirmation that heāll try. And he does. He takes a few labored breaths, but itās getting harder, like someone is standing on his chest and stopping him from fully inhaling. Heās bleeding out; he knows he is because itās all happened before. Maybe being here and being questionably alive was too good to be true. Maybe his death is finally catching up to him.
But where is Henderson?, he thinks, his eyes slowly scanning the room. The little shrimp should be here. He was before.
He opens his mouth, meaning to ask, but thatās enough for his last breath to leave him. His eyes lose their focus and for one terrifying moment, the light behind them goes out. They stare sightlessly into the darkness, empty and dull. Seconds tick by, the young man lies limp and as still as the grave, no longer breathingā
And suddenly, he bolts upright, gasping for air. This time, the weight on his chest has been lifted, and he sucks in gulps of air until he can cry out in his frustration and fear: ]
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiit. Jesus Christ! Shit!
[ After thatās out and he can unclench a bit, he performs a quick examination. The blood is gone, the pain is gone, and itās as if those wounds were never thereāagain. No fluttering bats in the halls, just the sound of Eddieās pounding heart as he turns to Geralt with a wounded and confused expression that clearly reads, you were the coolest person Iāve ever met; I trusted you. ]
What the hell was that?!