Ciel was not certain anymore when his pain started and when it would end.

He laid still on the hospital bed.

He had become part of it now.

Obviously, since he had been lying down there for days.

The machines helping him to stay alive beeped beside him.

The sounds felt distant.

It sounded like the slow ticking of a wall clock to something that seems very inevitable.

He is not going to make it. Or at the very least, it felt like that to him.

It was obvious the poison had taken ...