Grief and Misery
Seeing the light in Anthony's eyes gradually dim, Bryan finally heaved a sigh of relief. He then carefully grabbed the latter's arm that had penetrated his shoulder and slowly pulled it out.
"Aggghh fuck!!" Bryan grunted in pain as he finally pulled out Anthony's arm, causing the latter's lifeless body to fall on the ground like a rag doll.
He then carefully examined his wounds through the tear in his black suit. Bryan could see that the area around the wound had started to turn purple because of the poison.
His breathing became ragged as he dropped to his knees. Bryan's vision was now blurring as a result of his energy expenditure plus the poison that was slowly seeping into his system.
He had to at least impede the poison from spreading. Bryan, with great difficulty, put his hand inside the overcoat of his pocket, as if he was pretending to take something out.