So his oxygen cut down to almost nothing, that was why he fainted. No air to breathe. Shit, that’ll do it to you right there.
My hands aren’t itching so much anymore. They were swollen for a little while but that’s gone, too. Now they just throb, like someone hollowed out my bones and filled them with shards of glass. I can’t believe I just ran my hand through that glass earlier. How stupid could I be? There are a few tiny scabs on my palms and they still sting some. I just wasn’t thinking.
Well, I wasthinking, but only about Jareth. God, I’m glad he’s okay. And he doesn’t have the virus—thank you, Jesus.