[ The past week has been a slow burning agony in ways he couldn't even imagine, both emotionally and physically. At first he tried to keep up a strong facade, going about his business and ignoring the painful twinges in his gut, but as the Tease ate through more of his flesh it became harder to ignore. A skittering, squirming sensation, slowly building pressure in cavities and it didn't take long before he knew — not suspected — that there was more of them now.
Up until now, he'd persevered. Didn't dare go to the hospital in case Tyki took that as a breach of contract, but he was starting to run out of options. Started to suspect that the noah had every intention of just leaving him to die a slow, painful death, to bloody coughs and crippling pain. To fevers. To delirium. To the small sliver of hope that maybe that time would finally be up and Tyki would hold up his end of the deal.
And then Kitty called and that was no longer a possibility. ]
Wh... what? [ His voice is ragged. Unused, cracking like dry skin.]