The house was quiet. Lei found himself, after the incident with the show girl, in his room. It was still the same night, and Lei was feeling a big sick to his stomach.
Things had not been going so well since he had been injecting himself with that liquid. And after that last month, everything was a blur. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember anything! It was though he had slept the whole time. But he knew... He knew that the man, creature... thing! Whatever this, Syaoran Li was, had done awful things.
Lei walked to the bathroom and picked a wash rag up and wet it under cold water. He folded it after ringing it out a bit and placed it on his forhead. "My goodness." He said in breathless words. He felt a bit dizzy and walked back into his bedroom and sat on the bed. Still patting his now seaty forhead with the cold rag.
He suddenly had an urge. He heard a voice, and looked around the room. "What?" was all he could find to say.
Another urge. And then a sharp pain in his stomach. "Oh no... no!" Lei yelled and bent over. Gripping his stomach. "Dammit..." he said, dropping the wash rag.
Everything was spinning inside his stomach. Organs. Bile. Or so it felt like. His bones ground and his eyes stung even if they were shut.
Sharp needles pressed against his skin and it changed from soft to rough. "No!" He realized what was happening. He was turning into Syaoran! But how? He hadn't injected himself! "No Dammit sto-- AH" another sharp pain which sent him to his side, shivering. And then everything went black.
Things had not been going so well since he had been injecting himself with that liquid. And after that last month, everything was a blur. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember anything! It was though he had slept the whole time. But he knew... He knew that the man, creature... thing! Whatever this, Syaoran Li was, had done awful things.
Lei walked to the bathroom and picked a wash rag up and wet it under cold water. He folded it after ringing it out a bit and placed it on his forhead. "My goodness." He said in breathless words. He felt a bit dizzy and walked back into his bedroom and sat on the bed. Still patting his now seaty forhead with the cold rag.
He suddenly had an urge. He heard a voice, and looked around the room. "What?" was all he could find to say.
Another urge. And then a sharp pain in his stomach. "Oh no... no!" Lei yelled and bent over. Gripping his stomach. "Dammit..." he said, dropping the wash rag.
Everything was spinning inside his stomach. Organs. Bile. Or so it felt like. His bones ground and his eyes stung even if they were shut.
Sharp needles pressed against his skin and it changed from soft to rough. "No!" He realized what was happening. He was turning into Syaoran! But how? He hadn't injected himself! "No Dammit sto-- AH" another sharp pain which sent him to his side, shivering. And then everything went black.