Help Us? Or Don't

The pain from Dalila working at the blisters and sores on his side was actually more unbearable than he may have made it seem, but either way the kind of pain and emotion he had showed now was probably more than he had showed in his entire life. His young eyes looked up sadly at Dalila, though he knew she was just trying to help. He grunted and whined to get through the worst of it, clearly he was holding more in as he huffed from the aching, surging pain with everywhere she was working.

Finally, she had pulled out a jarred mixture of many things, some he could identify if he was really paying attention but he was just in a very wrong mindset to even want to. Dalila had asked him to eat it and while he wasn't really feeling well enough to do so he still carefully lapped up a little bit at a time, swallowing hard with each gulp. He didn't know if it was a cure or just something for the symptoms he was having. But if he was meant to die, he supposed it was how it meant to be. Or so he listened from the voices. "Thank you, Dalila." he spoke quietly, wanting to lay back down and go to sleep.

"Cerberus Klein"