With a supreme effort of will, Archie raised himself to his knees. I could see the effort etched in the bulging veins in his forehead, in the glassy stare that implored me for help, in the throbbing arterial snake that wriggled blue and pulsing up his neck. His tears had dried on his blotchy face and his eyes were huge and bloodshot. His body shook violently, but I was being drawn back to those sickening and repulsive eyes, drawn there because I could see their desperation and it amused me.
But what amused me most was the emptiness behind them.