[ He hears you, but he can't speak over the agony washing through his system, wracking his body. It's all he can do to keep pushing the air in and out of his lungs, and try to pull himself back before he goes under.
It feels like it takes him a long time to come back up, and find his way through the blinding white of the pain threaded through his system towards you. In actuality, it took about ten minutes full of him braced against your body, trembling like a leaf, breath coming out in short, ragged gasps punctuated, on occasion, with tiny whimpers.
He's shaken in the aftermath, of course. Shaken and near incapable of thinking of nothing else but Shit, shit, shit.
Why now? Why did he have to have a fit now? Why, of all evenings, did it have to be this one that he's getting reminded, yet again, of how he's always dying a little more by the second, of the fact that he doesn't ever have enough time? ]
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It feels like it takes him a long time to come back up, and find his way through the blinding white of the pain threaded through his system towards you. In actuality, it took about ten minutes full of him braced against your body, trembling like a leaf, breath coming out in short, ragged gasps punctuated, on occasion, with tiny whimpers.
He's shaken in the aftermath, of course. Shaken and near incapable of thinking of nothing else but Shit, shit, shit.
Why now? Why did he have to have a fit now? Why, of all evenings, did it have to be this one that he's getting reminded, yet again, of how he's always dying a little more by the second, of the fact that he doesn't ever have enough time? ]