Snippet #2145668

The pain in Nathan's chest began to rise and fall as his head began to swim. He felt himself being lowered down to sit and felt Xander's arm around his waist trying to keep him stead but her words fell short as the coughing grew worse. 'Can't breathe. It's getting hard to think over the pain. I can't just pass out like this...' He let out a few more heavy heaves as he felt an uncomfortable sticky warmth spill into his hands and slip through his fingers. A few more cough and his hand was soaked red. "I must have pushed myself too much outside..." he mumbled, giving a small chuckle before coughing up more blood. After a few tense moments, his hacking began to lessen and blood stopped pouring out. The pain in his chest lessened and he began to breathe again. "I-I'm alright," he managed to say feebly as tried to give Xander something of a comforting smile.

A loud crack filled the air as the blood on his jacket, his hand and some of the drops that managed to get to the floor suddenly hardened to crystal before shattering into dust and scattering to the wind. Nathan watched this phenomena with what could only be describe as interest as he flexed the fingers of his now clean hand. His body was already beginning to try to reject the tainted blood. Most of his family didn't start getting symptoms until they were at least in their thirties. Time was getting short. He looked over at Xander and saw the look of absolute panic on her face. 'No point in getting her any more worked up than she already is. Poor girl...' "Well then," he said, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth. "I suppose Mr. Fretar can't complain about me leaving a mess in his lovely home." He gave a feeble laugh that was interpreted by a few weak coughs. No blood, thankfully.