Anthony groaned weakly then grasped the dagger stuck in his side with one hand.
Small beads of sweat appeared on his brow, his eyes gleaming with a feverish light.
"There's no way this is real. This can't be real!"
His mother tilted her head slightly observing him curiously.
"What's the matter dear? You suddenly look quite pale."
Anthony snarled in pain.
" Cut the crap! You're not my mother."
He gingerly tried to move out of the bed, but in the next instant, his 'mum' grabbed his shoulders, turning him around in one fluid motion.
" Of course it's me dear, what's gotten into you?"
In one fluid motion, she forced his hand aside and forcefully yanked the kitchen knife out of his side, the sharp blade smoothly sliding out of his body with a sickening squelch.
Anthony gasped biting back a scream.
His eyes widened in shock and pain.
Just then a sharp flare of blinding white pain pierced through his side once more.
