Thorton Elrod looked worse for wear.
His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot. He had a ghastly pale skin tone akin to a ghoul, with his skin clinging onto his bones as though he had been starved for weeks and was on the verge of death.
When the sound of the door opening resonated across the room, he hardly even flinched. Perspiration caused his hair to be matted against his forehead, his fringe covering a good portion of his eyes away from clear view. Only when he looked up did we see― there was no light in his eyes. It looked as though he had already given up on life.
"He's been given a calming agent, so it's safe to approach him," Darach said, gesturing at his father as though he was no more than a mere animal in the zoo.
"Will it mess with the contents of the poison?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.