to the knees

[Dionysius 0]

Dionysius couldn't move. He started at the table...not sure what to do. He had never lost a patient before...not even during simulations at the academy. He looked at his hands, and saw in his mind blood covering them, and was horrified at himself.

He wanted to cry.

He wanted to yell.

He wanted to die in the mans place.

He fell to his kees, despair corsing through him like lightning as he mourned the man he never knew.

Death was no stranger to Dionysius...but it had never been while he was treating the person.

He wanted to run and hide...to pray to whatever gods would listen to just end it all...but he didn't. There was work to be done.

The Venom was in both bodies.

Dionysius was hell bent to find out who it was that made the Venom, and why.

He was hell bent at redeeming the loss of another life at his hands.