Sapling“Why me,” he whispered, words that did not really form a question.
She began to answer him, but the moment she opened her mouth, something caught in her throat.
His eyes met hers and he saw terror bubbling up within them. He started—“Lucy?”
Again she tried to speak, but her skin had already begun to change, to become brittle and darken in color.
“WHY ME?” He screamed this time, but it did not matter for the bark was closing over her mouth. Her eyes winked out behind knot holes as he pounded her trunk with his fists in futility.
I was inspired by this Pseudopod story which I didn't actually like that much but which I must credit with getting my brains creaking.