[ Something scrapes across the ground, and he flinches at the noise, and then he can hear her voice coming closer. Her voice is coming closer and that means that she's trapped, doesn't it? Like he is. Because she doesn't wear shoes in the house. Because he's still in his bedthings. And because there's glass.
He wants to tell her to be careful. To- there's a way to deal with glass, he knows it, he just can't make his brain find it right now. He isn't existing in a world with dustpans and brushes, not right now. Just one with glass. Glass that he put there because he can't drink right. Because he can't stand up without overbalancing. Because he's useless.
He's trying. He's trying not to shake, but the effort only makes him tremble more. His lungs are burning and cold and he has to stay still but he can't. ]
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He wants to tell her to be careful. To- there's a way to deal with glass, he knows it, he just can't make his brain find it right now. He isn't existing in a world with dustpans and brushes, not right now. Just one with glass. Glass that he put there because he can't drink right. Because he can't stand up without overbalancing. Because he's useless.
He's trying. He's trying not to shake, but the effort only makes him tremble more. His lungs are burning and cold and he has to stay still but he can't. ]
Sypha- glass.