The word falls hard against his ears, and the haze yields now to full terror.
Dying.
The panic doesn't do much to make the labor of breathing easier - it feels like there is a hand inside his ribcage, slowly squeezing tighter each time he exhales.
A frail whimper is all he can manage, a high, piteous cry as he responds with a terrified nod, reaching out to clutch white-knuckled at Herbert's hand. His eyes are wide and full of tears.
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Date: 2021-11-28 12:59 am (UTC)Dying.
The panic doesn't do much to make the labor of breathing easier - it feels like there is a hand inside his ribcage, slowly squeezing tighter each time he exhales.
A frail whimper is all he can manage, a high, piteous cry as he responds with a terrified nod, reaching out to clutch white-knuckled at Herbert's hand. His eyes are wide and full of tears.
Please don't let me go.