Mild Blistering

Titania looked at the shut door in despair as though all hope has left. Hope that the open door would somehow lessen the pain that he was in.

It seems that the interference from whoever the hell that was sped up the assimilation process. It also seemed that it compressed 2 days worth of symptoms into 3 hours.

Titania gritted his teeth as he felt his skin burn as though he was being dipped in boiling acid. He looked at his hands and saw pockets of yellow pus start developing under a thin layer of his skin. This caused searing heat whenever he moved his hands.

He felt the blisters start slowly developing put his arms and to his fingers. He began to feel the weight of the pus in his arms. The fluid pressed tightly against his skin as though threatening to burst open with the slightest poke.

His arms felt as though they were going to melt off his bones. The pain should bolts up his spine waking him up as soon as he was going to pass out to ease the pain.

As the blisters started crawling up his body from his arms his stomach twisted in ornate knots. His muscles around his stomach started spasming causing him to shake his whole body. With the blisters spreading through his body, filling themselves to the brim with yellow pus.

He was drenched in the sweet smelling sweat as though to cool his body as if it isn't the one causing the pain. The scrubs clung to his wet skin as though to offer touching condolences. The raw fabric scrapping against his skin and pockets of pus.

The blisters soon started climbing up his neck and down to his upper legs. It hurt for him to move his head in anyway. Clenching his jaw as though to soothe himself caused more pain than relaxing.

The pain was too much for him to handle. Tears started to fall down his face, cooling his cheeks a sliver. Soon he let out screams of pain and desperation. He was desperate for someone to help him in his hour of need.

He rushed to the door ignoring the pain of the developing blisters on his feet, sending bolts through his legs.

He banged his arms against the door in hope of someone on the other side could help him, popping all of the pockets of pus on his arms in the process. He heard the banging echo throughout the corridor.

When the pus dripped off arms onto the floor a faint sizzling sound could be hear. It was as though the pus was eating away at the floor.

Soon the alarms have stopped. The sirens have quieted themselves. The flashing lights has stopped. Yet the door was still in its place. There he laid on the cool floor, covered in pus, blisters, and sweat.

After a few moments more he heard clicks and the door flew open.

His whimpers of pain bounced off the walls through the corridors.