[Shit. Shit. Ryuji is right there, he knows it and yet he can't seem to bring himself back down. He grasped Ryuji's hands back almost instinctively, contact reminding him that he wasn't being locked away again, though the sensation that he was being closed in to darkness was still very much there. Creeping in to the edges of his vision, only fueling his rapid, panicked breathing. Seeing those wounds again... it wasn't just the pain, it was knowing that they existed on his skin at all that sent him spiraling.]
I- I can't--...
[breathe, stop, see--
He couldn't pass out, Yukio wasn't there to help!]
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I- I can't--...
[breathe, stop, see--
He couldn't pass out, Yukio wasn't there to help!]
F... fuck...