[ The blankets come off, and Royce falls off the air mattress, scrambling away. You're dreaming. You're awake. Gasping for air, Royce hits the wall and immediately brings his hands to his face, trying to feel for his tongue. It's there. His tongue is there, it's okay. His fingers are here too. Breathe.
He can't suck in air properly, but he's trying, knees pulled up to protect him, hands pressed to his face. You were dreaming. It's okay. ]
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He can't suck in air properly, but he's trying, knees pulled up to protect him, hands pressed to his face. You were dreaming. It's okay. ]