Struggling up from the fevered torpor that had overwhelmed him, the professor struggled painfully to a more comfortable position. Having spent the entirety of his adult life imparting knowledge to his fresh-faced young charges, he knew he must continue that effort to the end.
Though he’d dispatched the undead intruders who’d accosted him, it was not done without incurring a rather nasty bite from one of the vile creatures. With trembling hand, he documented the swollen, torn look of the wound noting it had taken on an inflamed purple cast as the flesh continued to grow ever more necrotic.
With a disgusted sigh, he lined out the word “purple’, knowing a man of letters should find a more evocative adjective to use and, after much deliberation, decided upon “heliotrope’ before, once again, sinking into unconsciousness.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: purple.