You felt off. That much was clear. You turned to Miguel, clearing your throat.

“I..I feel off.”

He turned to you, grabbing your chin gently with one of his hands. He was mindful not to hurt you, or grab your chin too hard.

“It’s the venom reacting in your body. It won’t kill. Paralyze you maybe..”

You felt yourself grow weaker, and Miguel’s tight embrace as you slowly lost consciousness. He gave your forehead a soft kiss.

“It’ll be okay, I’ll take care of you.. my love.”