Fairspell Meadow the sound of silence

He woke a short time before his mother stopped, but made no sound and did not move. He was as limp as he had been when he passed out. When his mother dropped him and his sister into the grass, he lay there shivering and trembling. His chin and mouth were soaked in drool that collected in globs and hung in long, dangling strings.  

He was dimly aware of his family retching, and of his sister speaking, which sounded to him as though she were far away down a cave. He could scarcely see them. Even the eye that remained in its socket had been damaged, and perceived little more than moving shapes and colors, and even those were stained red as peered through a curtain of his own blood.

"Mom..." he croaked, his plea strangled by a sob.