When the morning came, Rasmus was already sitting on the edge of his bed before the sun had risen. He could barely sleep, not because of Anastasha, but because his body was a bit feverish and felt like it was boiling from within. The worst part was that he didn't sweat at all, which made his body achy and heavy.
"How uncomfortable... to be like this indefinitely..." Rasmus muttered as he got up and walked to the mirror.
Rasmus looked at his tired and pale skin in the mirror. The blood vessels in his eyes became redder and visible to the naked eye. He then looked at his right hand, clenching it, and felt numb.
"The numbness has worsened too..." Rasmus muttered and tried to stretch his hands. "Stage two is undergoing..." he said under his breath.
