"Don't you understand!" He roared, I stumbled back as his glowing grey eyes locked onto mine. "You're dying."
***There was almost a sense of finality to it. He didn't have to say it with words, but I could feel it in every heavy held syllable he spoke.
I didn't have long.
Part of me had known that the first few days dark spider like veins had begun to blacken below the surface of my skin. I had tried to ignore it, at first it was easy, there was no pain, nothing. Before long a dull aching began to grow, it festered, lingering along my collar bones, crawling down my arm.
"How can we stop it?" I didn't need to cry, I didn't need to scream. I was dying but still I couldn't bring myself to care, I had disconnected from the pain what felt like a life time ago. "Is it even possible to stop
