"Lassie, stop, please!"
"What's the matter "psychic!"? Can't handle the pain?!"
"Lassie, this isn't you!" Shawn said, crawling away on the floor, holding his most likely broken ribs.
"That's what you think, but trust me, this is what I've felt all along!"
"Carlton... please!"
Lassiter laughed at him. The other man was against the wall with no where to go.
He lifted his foot and starting kicking Shawn in the head, harder with each kick.
Blood covered his face and body and he could feel himself starting to give out.
He sputtered one more thing before falling into the black:"Why?"