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Trauma.
The brightly lit room dimmed, and a low static hum began to play in the back of my head. My lungs seized, and I was unable to breathe even though I knew I should.
Voices hummed around me, growingly increasingly louder in concern and alarm, as I pulled at my hair. I bit my arm as my skin crawled as hands moved over me, ghost-like sensations of a recent, and more distant, past. Blood red walls in underground spaces. Razor-sharp teeth that reflected the light of the moon, and taunting voices shouting after me in the dark.
Get away, get away.
I couldn’t get away.
I was alone in the night, and there was no one who would save me.
I was—
Something grabbed me from the front, holding me in an unmovable force. My arms were uselessly pressed between my chest and whoever had restrained me, and my face was firmly held against a soft, but solid surface.
Panic tore at me, but before I could even be sick from it, a gentle pressure moved across the back of my neck. The tension vanished, as did the fear and terror, leaving behind an overwhelming calm and exhaustion in its wake.
Voices drifted around me as I rested, dimly aware as I focused on the sound of Julian’s heart.
