on, there’s something else I need to do,” he brushes my hands off.
I watch in horror as his eyes darken and glaze over. My ears get plugged again and the pain in my bones and muscles becomes more acute as if the pressure is too high. Aaron continues looking through me. The whites of his eyes turn grey and he’s looking straight ahead with unseeing eyes. His nose starts bleeding again.
Something’s wrong.
My pain becomes unbearable and I clench my teeth and watch his skin growing paler.
“Enough!” I cry, shaking his shoulders. When nothing changes, I shake him harder.
He’s going to kill himself. My heart skips a beat and wonder what exactly scares me about it: that Morok will die or that I will die with him. I would prefer dying fast, like I did last time, not sitting there, watching my friend bleed to death.
I lift my hand to slap his cheek but he catches my wrist.
“Did you really want to hit me?”
His eyes are coming back to normal. The pain in my whole body subsides a little and I relax my clenched jaw.