The teeth ripped out of his skin at an awkward angle, making him hiss with pain as he stumbled to his feet, gun in hand - but she was leaving, running into the trees.
He put his free hand over the wound in his neck, but it was bleeding too much to stop. There was a hospital in the city, but he had no idea how to get there; even if he had known where it was, it would probably be too late. Slowly, he walked back to his room, leaving a trail of blood from courtyard to door.
Once he'd reached his room, he went to the computer - he should at least... let people know of the danger. Before he could finish and submit the post, though, his vision greyed out and he collapsed to his knees, barely holding himself upright. He didn't want to die, not again, not now that he'd found Vash and... I want to stay here, he thought, forcing his eyes open and staring up at the Punisher leaned against the wall. I want to wake up here again... They said people who died here woke up again in a day, but... would it work for him? He didn't want ... to ... ...