[he lays there shocked, staring up at the fluorescent lighting, too stunned to move. The pain washes over him all at once along with the weariness of thirty days trapped on this island. He doesn't want to get up]

[it's only when Lithuania appears over him that the fear hits. His eyes go wide, he tries to elbow himself up, a half-formed No! on his lips but]

[it's too late]

[the sword sinks into his chest with an awful sound and Turkey falls back, blinking rapidly in confused betrayal as the world starts to go dark]

[the last thing he hears before everything goes black is the clatter of a blood-soaked sickle dropping from slack fingers]