[ He swallows, nodding. And he tries. He tries not to shake, and he tries not to breathe too fast. And there's glass. There's glass and he should know what to do about glass. But he doesn't. There's glass and water and it may as well be fucking Dracula himself for all that he can do about it.
He just nods again, squeezing his eyes shut, for all the difference it makes right now, and trying to breathe slower. He's going to suffocate. He knows he's going to suffocate. ]
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He just nods again, squeezing his eyes shut, for all the difference it makes right now, and trying to breathe slower. He's going to suffocate. He knows he's going to suffocate. ]