Poison
Remus fought to keep his eyes open, slowly blinking as lethargy kicked in.
He had to stay awake, he had to for however long. Someone would come looking….someone will come.
His chest shuddered and he felt tears fall down the sides of his face. He couldn’t feel his limbs anymore. He couldn’t feel anything. It would be so much easier to just…drift away.
WAKE UP!
He shot his eyes open in a panic. He would not die like this. He wasn’t ready yet. There was so much he still needed to learn about the world. So many things unsaid. Inexperienced. He was too young. Too new.
There might not be a place in this world for…someone like him, but his friends and family deserved a proper goodbye if he was going to go. He didn’t want to go like this- he didn’t want his wolf to be the one to make that call. He was so sick of having no agency of his body. He didn’t ask for this! And it was so cold…and he was so tired…
The wind rustled the trees in a sudden gust, sending a powerful but calming noise of rustling through the forest pathway.
He imagined that it was caused by a guardian angel, some patron of the unwanted come to offer comfort.
Or a reaper, here to collect him and send him to the place where monsters go.
He felt like he had been laying there shivering for hours- although it was probably not that long.
Out of the bottom corner of his increasingly cloudy vision, he could see disgusting black and purple veins spiderwebbing out from his many spider bites. He wasn’t going to last.
But by God would he stay awake for as long as he could.
He was nothing if not a fighter.
But even fighters get tired.
Get warn down.
Give up…
Remus closed his eyes.