Crask groaned and tried to move, he was now completely disoriented. He felt a liquid pour down his throat, and a faint sensation of pain. He opened his eyes, but couldn't make out any distinct shapes, just shadows flickering on the wall in the torchlight.<br/><br/>As the liquid reached his stomach, he felt a strange cooling sensation spreading from his torso and slowly out to his extremities. When the feeling reached his wound, a sharp stabbing pain began in his side, and he began to writhe on the floor in agony. The pain gradually began to recede, but he remained still, incredibly weak.