Room 414, Monday Evening
Henry was looking worse. The boy was trembling from head to toe, and his eyes, unfocused, stared at nothing. Sweat formed on his brow, and dripped down to his chin.
His thoughts were little more than a mantra.
I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't-
He was not going to lose to something he'd created. Henry wouldn't allow it.
[ooc: Come on in, but be prepared to deal with a not-quite-right Henry Jekyll.]
His thoughts were little more than a mantra.
I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't-
He was not going to lose to something he'd created. Henry wouldn't allow it.
[ooc: Come on in, but be prepared to deal with a not-quite-right Henry Jekyll.]