[There's another choked sound. He can see movement. A hand, not too far away, but it's reaching up to the head of the bed. There's a figure now, he can make it out. It looks like something is being pulled.
Then a keen of pain, a sort of retching. It's only seconds but the sound is wretched enough to stretch those microscopic moments into an unbearable eon. Then there's a wet sound, wet coughing, a bit of spitting.
And a familiar voice, hoarse and frail but searching.]
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Then a keen of pain, a sort of retching. It's only seconds but the sound is wretched enough to stretch those microscopic moments into an unbearable eon. Then there's a wet sound, wet coughing, a bit of spitting.
And a familiar voice, hoarse and frail but searching.]
H-hello?