He ran into the room, his heart pounding, and his clothes soaking wet. The worse part was not the attempt on his life via drowning in ice water. It was not that he was probably on the verge of hypothermia like this. It was not that he had lost Labyrinth to the bottom of the lake. It was not the twitching brow and veiled contempt Solaris was expressing from him dripping water on his floors, mixed with his concern for his overall state of being, because all that could be fixed with a towel and a day of work.
No, the true horrors of horrors was that bloodcurdling, nauseating pulse that was positively THROBBING in his ears, his chest, his very head. What was that disgusting noise? And why was it getting faster the more he stood still? Wasn't it supposed to accelerate only when he was in rapid forms of activity?
"Specter-chan, what happened to you?" Solaris' eyes diverted. "Y-your arm...? What on earth happened?"
"Where i-is... hahh..." That pounding... that ceaseless rhythm in his ears. Now he was getting short of breath, and having a hell of a time trying to form words as well. "Where is HE...?" He couldn't stop it anymore, and a hand clutched to his chest where his heartbeat was threatening to leap out from within, and deafen him then and there. The cold and dampness was making itself more apparent, too. Why now? Why this? His knees met the tiled floors, and he could only make out a gasp, and a flutter of Solaris' robes as he came over to him while his vision darkened around him.
He was going to kill that damn psycho bastard...