“I d-d-d-d-d-d-don’t w-w-w-w-w-w-w-want to a-a-a-ask y-y-y-y-you a-a-a-anything! G-g-g-g-get a-a-a-a-w-w-w-w-way f-f-f-f-from m-m-m-m-me!” He felt his heart trip hammering in his chest, the beat drowning out everything, all he could hear. He couldn’t get his breath back under control, couldn’t slow it down. He couldn’t get sick here, then she was allowed to take him, because he was sick. She could hurt him, harm him, take away more flesh and add more metal. He felt his gorge rise up in his throat, but it got stuck behind the lump that was making it hard to breath. He had to get away, had to get away.
Megan Reed honestly had no idea how to calm him down. Nor has she ever seen someone so scared like this…His current condition actually rattled her, concerned her. She wasn’t going to let this young man have a panic attack–quickly Megan could only thing of one solution. Or well, at least try.
She approached him, bringing him into a gentle hug. Honestly, it was the only thing Megan thought to do…awkward, yes. With a light sigh, “Please calm down…I won’t hurt you. I promise, please? You don’t need to be scared…I won’t hurt you…I swear…” Megan spoke as she pulled away gently looking at him.
(via augmentedpunkrocker)