It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Was this what death felt like? Oh, fuck. He didn't like it at all. It was so painful. He squeezed his eyes shut as he coughed. His face felt wet, but he didn't want to open his eyes. It scared him what state his body could be in. Why'd he even think this was a good idea?

He could hear humans coming closer to him to see if he was alright, but he wouldn't respond. He could sit here and bleed alone without getting help. Plus they'd just move along once they noticed he was a troll.

He heard shrieks and 'cover your eyes.' Damn right they cover their eyes. They had no right to look at him even if he was dying, or whatever was happening. It hurt to move so he just assumed that he was dying. Or badly injured.

He slowly opened his eyes, setting his hand on his mouth and bringing it to his eyes. He coughed and dropped his arm. Yeah, he was dying.

His breath started to slow down, but he didn't fight it. This was what he wanted, right? No, he just wanted to see his friends again. He shut his eyes. Why couldn't this be faster?

After a while, his breathing stopped. His world began to slow down. His body went cold. His heart failed to stay beating. His eyes faded.