The next second he felt another bead of sweat joining the first, rolling from his forehead and down his nose, though this one, oddly, had seemed to patter against him, rather than seep from the skin. Confused, he glanced upwards. His unadjusted eyes could see nothing at first. Timorously he lifted the Revealer above his head, so as to provide him something to look at. No sooner had he done this, when another droplet tapped against his shoulder. He had not seen it falling, and quickly studied the spot where it had struck him.
In the thin light he saw that his black hoodie had been spattered red. Not immediately alarmed, he brushed his free hand over his forehead, still holding the Revealer above him with the other. When he drew his gloved hand before his face, he saw with a widening of his eyes that it too was smeared dark red. It dawned on him then, with a dropping sensation in his stomach, that something was dripping blood on him.
