The more he tried to escape from the hallucinations, the worse his condition became. He was like a headless fly barging head first into the window pane just because it could see its freedom outside.
The toxins began to drive him mad slowly as blood leaked out of his fresh wounds. The old tamer wasn't at all concerned about the wounds as he had bigger monsters to defeat in his mind. He began to run around and bumped into things. He fell down hard each time but the fear wouldn't let him stay in place.
The old Tamer suffered from the same fate for a few more minutes before lying completely still. Of course, the time he thought he had suffered for and the time he had truly suffered weren't the same at all. The mind was a mysterious thing and could change the perception of time whenever humans were too excited or too afraid. That's why time passed quickly when one was happy and passed slowly when one was in pain.
