My world was dark for a moment before I barely opened my eyes, they landed on the clouds that were slowly moving. The edges of my vision continued to darken, but I tried to keep my focus. It didn’t help that my body was weakening, growing colder. It reminded me of death once again. Not the being, he was gone now I hope, but the act. My senses were dwindling and it hurt to breathe. My hand slowly went to the spot where the coldness was emanating from and I felt a strange liquid. A quick check showed the black ichor like my shoulder. My hand returned to the wound to apply pressure. Whatever form of care I could apply in my weakening state to delay the inevitable.