Corvin's panic was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual smug demeanour. He fumbled through drawers, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. "No, no, this shouldn't be happening so fast! An hour, he said an hour! What did they give him?"
Ren's body continued to spasm, the coughs racking his frame. A low, guttural sound, not entirely human, emanated from his throat, followed by another gush of blood, darker this time, from his nose. His hands clenched into fists, his fingernails digging into his palms.
"Kael! Rhys! Get out! Now! I need to concentrate!" Corvin shrieked, finally finding a vial of clear liquid and a larger syringe.
Kael and Rhys, frozen in horror by Ren's rapid deterioration, snapped out of their stupor. They instinctively moved, but not towards the door. Kael grabbed a nearby oxygen mask, while Rhys, his face grim, started to clear the other side of the bed, preparing to assist.
