Nik looked as if he'd been licked by a flame and his eyes were dilating as if they were drugged. He was gasping for the breath and the hot coco seemed to melt through his skin. If Nik had been watching himself he might have laughed and said he looked like another bad set of graphics from an Indiana Jones movie. But he wasn't laughing, not right then.
Nik's hands reached for Davan's clutching onto his wrist like a newborn as he sputtered and felt tears spring to his eyes. Slowly his skin turned blue again and the wounds looked encased in ice. He was shaky but better, breathing hard and looked paler then ever.