"I... I..." Eddie struggles for breath, for the words -- but it feels like there's a hand clamped hard around his throat. A white-gloved hand -- inhuman smile stretching too-wide on a paper-white face--
'Sit up!' he screams at himself in his head -- Eddie straightens up as much as he can and tries to pull in air. One hand flails around, only stilling when it rests on Angel. Eddie starts inhaling through his mouth and exhaling through his nose, forcing deeper breaths.
Once he finally stops wheezing, he turns in his chair toward Angel -- practically falls out of the chair, really -- and just clings.
"...sorry..." Eddie whispers, "I... can't."
Can't talk about it, can barely think about it, without feeling the fear choke him.
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Date: 2023-09-30 03:54 am (UTC)'Sit up!' he screams at himself in his head -- Eddie straightens up as much as he can and tries to pull in air. One hand flails around, only stilling when it rests on Angel. Eddie starts inhaling through his mouth and exhaling through his nose, forcing deeper breaths.
Once he finally stops wheezing, he turns in his chair toward Angel -- practically falls out of the chair, really -- and just clings.
"...sorry..." Eddie whispers, "I... can't."
Can't talk about it, can barely think about it, without feeling the fear choke him.