Feeling a hand on his back, Laurence wheezed in air, trying to not choke on more blood. His voice was clogged at the moment, making speaking impossible. Lapis would feel the large amount of tension in his back but she removed her hand swiftly it seemed. The sound of her leaving made him try to reach for her but he was too slow. Having to use both hands to prop himself up as he felt a sharper pain in his back, as if something was sinking it’s claws into him and pulling.
“Dearie what’s wrong?” Mrs. Wicky asked, setting the tray down on the counter.
The old woman was still in the kitchen, a neat and organized space. The large dinning table was hardly used for people eating thier meals there. Laurence ate in his study and if too sick to get out of bed, then his meals were taken there.
A shaking hand slowly reached up and grabbed a hold of the railing. Pulling himself up as he panted, his breathing became more labored, every muscle was spasming in his body, causing him to shake and struggle to get his body to move the way he wanted it. More blood trickled out his mouth, being sprayed whenever he coughed. His splotched grayish hand gripped the wood railing harder, the wood creaked a little as the bones shifted. Pressing against the thin layer of skin with his labored breathing.
Then the worst sensation hit him, His chest tightened before the sick crunch left it, the feeling of those ribs pushing outward as the cracked further...he couldn’t handle it.
“Aaaaaaauuuuuuurhghhghhh!!” Laurence screamed with blood fueling in his throat, his attempt to get up failed as he crashed back down to the floor.
His mix matched eyes gaining a glow to them as he heaved in air while squirming on the floor.
