He coughed one more time and black blood was spat out. John, scared, glanced up to Jake, who had his hand on his head, as he looked even paler than the usual.
A murmur came out of Roselyn's lips, "death is coming for you." She said in a trembled preoccupied voice.
Jake put his hands on his head and leaned against the wall in desperation. "The poison is killing you."
"What poison?" Roselyn asked as she slowly got up from the bed to reach John.
Jake clenched his teeth, staring at her, his eyes emanated anger. "The poison he absorbed from your body!" He spat, as if she was her fault.
"Why would you do it?" She glanced at John, shaking her head as she disapproved of his gesture. "Because you could have died." He murmured. His eyes emanated a weak spark, and his heartbeat was low. He breathed labored and he was warned out of energies.
