Lake Rodney death and burial were locked up in my chest [m - gore]

Having Laz pass out here! Feel free to PP him from this point on. He isn't dead, just asleep. Maybe we can have another thread near BAF?

Lazarus swayed where he sat, and even before the healer had finished speaking his question, he felt his mind begin to go dark. It wasn't impermeable, that darkness. It wasn't a permanent thing, not that he'd have known it from any other shadow. But the ruined beast was tired, his body bloodied, and he continued to leak red across the stones, and the poppy in his system made things difficult too. He drifted further, and further, and by the time Sebastian mentioned trying to save him, he was out and away from himself - drifting farther and farther - leaving his body, but not really. The beast collapsed then, his mind dark and muddied by the poppy, and he slept upon the stones while his blood soaked in to the white of his tattered chest.