He sneers, and then coughs violently as a small pocket of air becomes trapped somewhere within the maze of fleshy tubing that makes up his slowly failing respiratory system. She moves forward slowly, only for him to hold a hand high in the air, instructing her to keep her ground.

“N-N-NO!” he stammers. “K-K-KEEP AWAY!”

“Let me help you,” she says softly, as her eyes show the intense sorrow she holds for him, her face stands emotionless and cold.

He stumbles and hits the ground in a mess of arms and legs, trying somehow to remain composed, but failing poorly.