It pushed and pushed and pushed until his eyes were finally freed from their sockets, quickly replaced by the parasites own as his were left to hang about his cheeks. If he were any less effected by the paralytic enzymes it had been slowly releasing over the week, he might have screamed.
Instead he stood swaying and quietly choking on the unnameable thing lodging itself in his eye sockets and pressing into his frontal lobe as it squirmed and settled down. By the time it seemed to give a final sigh before going still, the damage was irreparable.
Half his body felt weak but overall he felt calm, unsteady on his feet but ready to move wherever he felt the eyes pointing him. Maybe he could get close enough to somebody else and persuade it to jump ship to a more suitable host? Maybe he could learn to live with these new eyes.
Either way, he felt himself being drawn back to bed, eyes and viscera wetting the pillow beneath his head.
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