Crowned In Vengeance
His voice went soft all of a sudden, and his eyes were wet, gleaming with so much worry and concern.
"Oscar? It's you," I managed to say.
I was somewhat excited—happy that I was still alive.
I wasn't aware of how far the venom must have travelled through my blood streams, or the damage it must have caused. I was only happy to be alive, one more time.
"It's me. Just, stay with me," Oscar's voice was breaking.
"Can you feel my hands?" He asked me.
I looked down to realize he was grabbing my hands with both his hands. And sadly, I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel his touch, neither could I feel my legs.