Third-person POV
Iris was lying flat on the bed with her breaths shallow and her face twisted with the effort of keeping still. The low light of the room that she was in only made the shadow on her body more obvious, which was her left hand that was now lifeless and ugly against the sheets.
The skin was no longer pale like the rest of her body was. Instead, it had darkened to a deep, bruised shade of purple that spread all the way up her arm. She tried not to look at it and tried her very best to keep her eyes fixed on the ceiling above her, but the throbbing pain made it impossible for her to ignore the ugliness of her own hands. That damned snake. Yuna, even in death, was tormenting her and had left her mark.
