Before Kvothe could change his mind and take his chances with what those teeth could do to his neck, his head started to spin. The only thing holding him up anymore was the arm holding him to the chest of the man behind him. He felt dizzy, light-headed, and he couldn't have said how long it lasted when the mouth slowly pulled away. If he could have have seen much in the darkness he would have seen black spots dancing in front of his eyes.
He sagged as the grip on him shifted and then he was aware of being moved, he may have passed out because somehow he was lying on his stomach on what felt like a bed without really knowing how he got there. By the time he felt like he could raise his head without falling off, the room was empty. After laying there for a few moments just breathing e groped around until his hand landed on his flashlight and he let out a sigh of relief, glad that he at least still had his light. Slowly he gathered himself enough to rise, wobbling a little as the dizziness returned for a few moments. Fortunately it passed quickly and he raised his good hand to his neck. His fingers came away damp.
He fumbled his flashlight on and set it in his lap so that he could hold his hand in front of it, there was a red smear across his fingertips. Blood. He cursed under his breath as he took hold of the flashlight again and slowly stood, it took a moment of leaning on the table but he stayed on his feet. After a few deep breaths he walked slowly to the door, and once he'd gotten out of the room he walked with his shoulder to the wall just in case. He would not panic. He would get back to his room. Then he could stop running on willpower alone and pass out properly. He was probably in some kind of shock, he reflected as he stumbled toward the end of the hallway, from the surprise of the attack and the blood loss.
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He sagged as the grip on him shifted and then he was aware of being moved, he may have passed out because somehow he was lying on his stomach on what felt like a bed without really knowing how he got there. By the time he felt like he could raise his head without falling off, the room was empty. After laying there for a few moments just breathing e groped around until his hand landed on his flashlight and he let out a sigh of relief, glad that he at least still had his light. Slowly he gathered himself enough to rise, wobbling a little as the dizziness returned for a few moments. Fortunately it passed quickly and he raised his good hand to his neck. His fingers came away damp.
He fumbled his flashlight on and set it in his lap so that he could hold his hand in front of it, there was a red smear across his fingertips. Blood. He cursed under his breath as he took hold of the flashlight again and slowly stood, it took a moment of leaning on the table but he stayed on his feet. After a few deep breaths he walked slowly to the door, and once he'd gotten out of the room he walked with his shoulder to the wall just in case. He would not panic. He would get back to his room. Then he could stop running on willpower alone and pass out properly. He was probably in some kind of shock, he reflected as he stumbled toward the end of the hallway, from the surprise of the attack and the blood loss.