After what seemed like forever, the intense waves of plain gradually ebbed away and ended with him vomiting up the entirety of his stomach's content mixed with a chunk of blood. The procedure had left his entire body completely exhausted; too weak to move and the tiniest bit of energy left in him was used to keep himself from faceplanting onto the puddle of vomit.

His skin was deathly pale and completely soaked in sweat; blood dripped from both his nose and ears and down the chin, which left a scarlet stain on the front of his shirt. The arms holding his upper body up were badly shaking; looking about to give out at any moment.

Terrence simply stayed like that....too exhausted to move or speak and the weak inhale/exhale being the only sound coming from him. Never in his life did he feel so utterly drained and wanted nothing more than to sleep for three days straight, the thought sounded like heaven to him. One that was cut short by the sudden sliding of the door, too tired to even lift his head, but the rustling of multiple of footsteps a good indication of people rushing in.

Before he knew it; hands had gripped him and felt himself being lifted and sat on the bed. What followed after, though turned out to be an very uncomfortable experience as the several doctors poked and prodded him all over, even flashing a blinding light in his eyes causing him to flinch. Soon to have his mouth forced open and a tongue depressor pushed in making him gag and all the while muttering incoherent words, but he was simply too tired and dazed to tell what.