Vic's expression darkened, tears streaming down his face. "Screw you, Griswold!" he spat, his voice quivering with a volatile mix of rage and fear. "It's because of you I got infected! And now you want me to die alone?" He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper that sent a chill through the air. "Either you help me... or I'll tell the academy everything. Your secrets, Griswold. If I'm going down, you're coming with me."
The room fell silent, the atmosphere thick with tension, almost suffocating. Silas stared into Vic's eyes, seeing not just the friend he once knew but the monstrous force clawing its way to the surface, distorting every familiar feature.
"Vic, you need to relax and listen to me," Silas urged after a heavy pause, his tone steady but edged with concern. "There's no way I can help you. I have no idea what's happening to you. All I know is that you've been scratched, and you need immediate care before things get worse."