[He still had a pulse, but everything in him was fading fast. His breathing came out in delayed, half-chokes. Under his blood-soaked mask, his skin was white and sickly. His lips were blue. He promised himself that he would hold onto every feeling, that he would really try to appreciate what was happening to him, but within seconds he was lost in those feelings, swallowed up in the sensations like an ocean wave. Drowning.
Huh.
When Terry touched his neck, he raised his head to look at him. He managed something like a laugh (almost soundless, a pocket of air in a sea of blood) before his eyes rolled up in his head and he went down.]
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Huh.
When Terry touched his neck, he raised his head to look at him. He managed something like a laugh (almost soundless, a pocket of air in a sea of blood) before his eyes rolled up in his head and he went down.]