Jack collapsed to the ground and laid there for a long, quiet moment. There wasn't much else to do. He was in shock, physical clinical shock, from having been gnawed on to such an extent. He felt weird... like what he imagined seconds from death felt like. "Jack," he said in strained tones before collapsing again.
He felt so strange.
Something wasn't quite right, but all Jack felt was himself drifting further away from who he was and into someone else. Or perhaps something else.
Did making out with a homeless man make you homeless too?