Thomas' eyes fluttered open.
He stared up at the ceiling.
His head ached furiously.
His chest burned.
He sat up slowly, still dizzy.
He closed his eyes tightly as he shifted to sit onto his knees. Pain shooting through his brain.
He opened his eyes to see Ashtyn.
And then the coughing began.
He was coughing hard.
The coughing worsened, then he couldn't breathe.
Then the coughing continued, and he started spitting up blood.
He kneeled over, coughing up globs of dark red blood onto the white carpet.
"Great" he would have thought.
But he was too busy being horrified at the sight of his own blood on the floor.
He couldn't understand what was happening to him. His thoughts tangled together in a knot.
He felt a warmth trickle from his nose.
It was blood.
Of course.
"A-Ash.." He choked out.
Then, again, he fell unconscious.
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Paranormal"Do you miss me like I miss you?" "Sure" "Sure?" "Sure." "Okay" "But you're dead" "Sure" "Sure?" "Sure."
