(( @youngeralliterationbrother and @sparrowtheneutral ))
The adrenaline had finally begun to wear off completely, and those short shots of pain ripping torrents through his body became a sudden flood that refused to let up. The colour had seemed to drain from Poison's features and a layer of nasty sweat covered his body. His breathing was ragged and all he could do was stare blankly as he shook. This wasn't the first time he had dealt with extreme pain like this. He had gone through so much, from getting cut open to having his throat slit. But sitting there, the leg wound oozing as the radiation in the air started to bite at it, and his arm in a sling, leaving it questionable if he'd ever regain feeling or movement, was a new level of pain. Bile began to build up in the back of his throat, threatening to send him into a heaving mess spilling his guts on the floor.
