The lights are still low. Ship's night low-going to bed low-nobody bothered to turn up the settings or put a penny in the meter low. But the figure on the bed isn't sleeping.
He might be dressed for bed, but he's--
There's something running down his face. It's not coming from his nose, and it's too dark to be tears. It might be tinted red, but blood never looked or moved quite like that.
His mouth is open. He's dragging in frantic, whistling gasps, but they're clearly not getting him much. His lips are turning purple.
His fingernails are barely visible in the low light, but they're going blue.
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Date: 2012-10-22 04:18 am (UTC)The lights are still low. Ship's night low-going to bed low-nobody bothered to turn up the settings or put a penny in the meter low. But the figure on the bed isn't sleeping.
He might be dressed for bed, but he's--
There's something running down his face. It's not coming from his nose, and it's too dark to be tears. It might be tinted red, but blood never looked or moved quite like that.
His mouth is open. He's dragging in frantic, whistling gasps, but they're clearly not getting him much. His lips are turning purple.
His fingernails are barely visible in the low light, but they're going blue.
Something in the shadows clicks.