The man let out a breath, roll up dropping from his mouth the minute it was reduced to a useless stub. It was shaky and more of a gasp, one hand automatically raising to cover up the noise. Anything could have heard that. But that did not matter as much.. as much as the blood that was on his fingers - it stuck to his covered mouth and burnt. Tobias had no memory of how the blood had gotten there but it was seeping between his fingertips, leaving a slick trail of red down his chin and further until it stained his shirt. A lot of blood, a lot of blood that was.. it was probably real. As real as the nails that seemed to dig themselves into his back, dipping beneath flesh and curling up inside him, twisting guts until Tobias felt bile rise up in his throat.Hand still firmly clamped around the lower half of his face, he wrapped the other arm around himself. Perhaps in an attempt to make himself smaller. It did not make anything much easier.

Tobias hallucinates a lot and the blood and the hands are one of the main ones