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There was... A lot of blood. The metallic smell overwhelmed him as the blood ran right down his face, pouring from his eye socket.
He turned his head in a dazed state, his eye was stuck on the prongs of a fork, that his brother held with deranged eyes. His knuckles were white, like his own suit.
The initial pain was a lot, but he hadn't screamed. Calvin had definitely almost thrown up though, when the eye was violently plucked out from his head. His vision was blurred in his right eye, there was nothing on the left.
"Felix." The shorter man was huffing, his hands were shaking.
He stepped forward with his hands extended, albeit they were trembling from the blood loss. Felix screamed and swung the eyeball around.
"Stay the Hell back! I'll do it again!"
Felix had always been unhinged and he had stabbed Calvin more times than he could count, but never in the face. He felt a warm tear fall down his cheek, it was odd.
"Felix, give me my e-eye." The blood loss was getting lethal, and he was starting to worry that he'd collapse and die in his brother's place. His breathing was starting to become shallow and irregular.
"No, I hate you!"
"F-elix, I c-can't--"
Thud
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Calvin groaned and felt a throbbing pain in his head, he couldn't see a thing but he knew his eyes were open... Or was it eye? Did he get his left one back?
"Mr. Fischoeder, you're awake." He assumed it was a nurse.
"I'll go get the doctor, I should only be a few minutes."
He listened to the door shut behind the nurse and then it was silent, the pounding of his head was the only thing he could hear.
He almost died, his brother almost killed him... Why did he keep trying to help him?