Confusion
The strength runs out of me, along with my will to fight. Lying there at the foot of his bed, I wonder what he plans for me.
Bare feet stop beside my eyes. A quiet voice, slightly slurred, but human.
"Daniel?"
I look up into unfocused eyes, their pupils pinpricks inside the darkest brown I have ever seen.
His hand on my back teases me with the humanity of the gesture.
I refuse to speak and wait for what must come.
"It's me, Jack."
Yet still he smiles with the snake's smile, and looks at me from the snake's face.