He doesn't scream. For the sake of his family, he doesn't scream. He grits his teeth against a pained noise, exhaling in a hiss. The world starts to swim in front of his eyes, going grey around the edges.

Distantly, he hears the door open. "Papa?" he hears, and shuts his eyes tightly against tears. Not Herbert. Please, not Herbert.

"Papa, I heard the thunder again, and -- Papa?"

"Herbert -- " he manages to get out. "Herbert, run."