[Alucard's face is pale, a few places around his mouth red and burning where the silver dust settled on his skin rather than go into his throat. One of his hands is pressed to the wall of the alley, supporting himself. He can barely react to Trevor's form of medical care.
Breathing is agony. Every time air passes over the particles, they burn more.]
no subject
[Alucard's face is pale, a few places around his mouth red and burning where the silver dust settled on his skin rather than go into his throat. One of his hands is pressed to the wall of the alley, supporting himself. He can barely react to Trevor's form of medical care.
Breathing is agony. Every time air passes over the particles, they burn more.]
Car.
[They need to get to the car.]