The piece was well played, but by the end of it, there was only hacking for applause. Glen gripped his chest, sweating it out a little, covering his mouth with his other hand, but it would not stop. Once he was quite through, his bangs were sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face, and his cheeks had a rosy color. The last thing he saw was Jack, before his eyes slid shut, his body shutting down to fight off the poisons within him.

Perhaps the poison had worked a little too well. So much for subtlety.