He breathed, regretting the choice almost instantly as the blood seeped into his lungs.
It burned like hellfire yet had a cold quality that made him want to let the tears escape and scream at the same time. The only sound that left him was a quiet, gurgled whimper full of choked blood and liquid.
His hands weakly scraped against the hard dirt of the ground, and his eyes turned glassy, vision gone long ago and he could distantly feel the dirt making it’s way under his fingernails.
He breathed out, blood bubbling past his lips and fell still.
He opened his eyes and saw colour.