-Fatality-
His fingers grip the thin woven sheets tightly, clutching them to his thin body.
Sweat beads on his face, his eyes move sightlessly and wildly underneath his eyelids and each breath he takes, rattles in his lungs. Underneath the covers, his body shivers - cold, despite the warmth of the room, and of the humid air outside. Unconsciously he grits his teeth, still sleeping.
A few seconds pass, and his body shifts abruptly, tossing and turning - unable to find comfort. He groans as a particular wave of pain rolls over him, and opens his eyes. Immediately a uneasy feeling of nausea threatens to send him spinning. A few heartbeats are all it takes for him to vomit over the side of the bed onto the dry ground below. It barely comes out. He hasn't eaten in three days. Collapsing back into his pillow he breathes hard, staring at the dark wall above, wondering what in the name of the gods is wrong with him.
Barely moments later, he's vomiting again, his back arches, his hands splay out on the side of the bed, sweaty strands of dirty blonde hair swinging in front of him.
His throat burns and blisters, tasting of that foul acid - muscles shiver underneath his skin, and his sight is darkening rapidly. He doesn't have time to yell for help, before the world around him is swiftly swallowed into total black.
He releases a low grunt of pain, and loses his balance.