Sasha slowly sunk from sitting to laying. His already pale skin was even paler, and his whole body was beginning to tremble. He was cold to the touch, but it was hard to tell if that was left over from the chilliness of the night, or from the blood loss. Probably both. 

As precious seconds ticked by, he seemed to be slowly losing his connection to the living world. He felt like he was drifting, like a tiny raft in the sea, and it kind of made him want to hurl.