I have to bandage him. Oh no he has a life with a family and a wife...
It feels like he is stabbing me with an invisible knife.
I keep thinking to myself he must be dead, he doesnt feel anything more.
Hundreds of miles away with one bound. The body is still perfectly still, without a sound, the gurgle has ceased, but the eyes cry out, yell, all the life is gathered together in them for one tremendous effort to flee, gathered together there in a dreadful terror of death, of me.