He couldn't move. He just sat there, stunned, his eyes wide, his face frozen.
He's dying.
He felt like he should be crying. That maybe there should be tears, or...anything. There should be something happening. Not just...this. Frozen and unmoving as if he couldn't even come up with any feeling. Inside, he didn't even feel anything. Nothing. There was nothing for him to feel.
He's dying, Rick old boy. Azazel said. And there's nothing you can--. There was a pause, and Rick was finally able to close his eyes as he felt Azazel poke and prod his head as an idea came to the demon.
You can help him. he said slyly, and he smirked in his mind as he opened his eyes. Now just let him get his emotions out.
"Oh god..." Rick finally managed to mutter as he held him tight, somehow knowing that it was going to hurt him, but he couldn't help himself. He wasn't gone yet, and he wasn't going in the next few minutes.