Like a thousand needles being pressed into his eyes at once; it could have been likened to that. The world had faded, as if it had never been but a distant fantasy. He focused on the words spoken, the hands guiding him. He was told to look at the light - so he kept his head turned to where the supposed lamp was shining. He had but trust and faith to tell him it was even real.
He could hear his heart pounding in his head, but he chose to focus instead on a thought; Andre. Each moment held a problem or an emotion of its own, yet sometimes you were faced with more than just one. Let them all destroy you in the moment, or just a mere second then decide which was going to reign. And so, Nick chose.
He chose what he could hear, and what he could feel, and what he knew. Not what he no longer had, not what was now lacking, but the knowledge. And the fact that, no matter what circumstances arose, he would always be what he was. It would be in his veins, and his heart would pump what was his life. He was a Grimm, and therefore every moment, every choice was life or death, until the day that the breath left his chest.
The world wouldn't wait on him; he wouldn't keep it waiting.
A/N: First time really dabbling in the Grimm universe. Feedback would be much appreciated! :) God bless.
