Hanging In There?

Albion had begged for a candle or a lantern, anything to keep the darkness away. Though he could hardly even see anything through the continual ooze from his eyes. His mouth and ears were the same, and he was only grateful it wasn’t seeping from his nose. He could breathe, but not much else. Eating was hard, talking was very close to impossible and his mother was doing everything in her power to keep him alive.

The boy was mostly motionless, laying with his head over the edge of his bed so everything would drain out and not down his throat or into his ears. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, Albion was the saddest of puppies and it showed in his lethargy. He thought he heard his name, and he tried to swivel his ears to catch the voice, but it was just so muffled through the ooze. The boy whimpered in response. Pitiful and unmoving.


"Albion Klein"