OOC: @Rak: Yes, although I'm not sure who ratsel is...
Royce found himself in the black void again, their was less confusion in him this time. Now it was more apprehension. "Back so soon?" he heard from behind him. Royce whirled around and saw Dion, only now his body was starting to show signs of decomposition. His yellowish green skin budged, making his ratty and blood caked uniform stretch and made his face and arms appear puffy. "So who did you abandon this time?" he asked in a strangely cheery tone. Royce's mouth hung open for a moment before he could make his tongue work. "I-I-I didn't abandon anyone. I've...I-I've never..." his voice grew small as he spoke, and he found he could not make the rest of the words come out. Instead he said, "Dion...you have to let me help you! Your...your..." he couldn't bring himself to say that either.
Dion gave him a scowl. "Why all the concern?" he said as he approached Royce, who started to tremble. They stood face to face, Royce didn't remember Dion being as tall as him, but now he was staring straight into his eyes. They were so close, Royce could smell his rancid breath. "Well? Why all the concern? I'm only like this because of you after all."
Royce lurched awake as he felt his head hit the floor. He was sweating profusely now, and shaking like a leaf. He found a bathroom with a shower and a washer/drier set. He stripped off his cloths, put them in the wash and got into the shower, hoping the hot water would calm his nerves.