[What was it seeing in his wound, it is it hesitating but why? He couldn't process everything as his torso suddenly felt hot and wet and...

it's lurching - sickening, bile rising up in his mouth as -

as he jolts up in bed, owl-eyed and pale, drenched in a cold sweat. He stumbles, hands clamped over his mouth as he rushes to the toilet, barely making it before he started to vomit even with nothing on his stomach.

Slowly, he slumps against the cool floor, panting as his mind roils with - was it a dream? A hallucination...? Do those things actually hurt?

What the hell happened?]