The walls are too close again. The walls are too close and he's in a cell again and it's okay, it's okay, but he feels like he's drowning.
Three walls, iron bars, his art on the walls and he could choke on the air, it's terrifyingly cold, he doesn't remember it being this cold. Or maybe it's just him that's cold. Freezing.
How did I get here, how did I get here, how did I get here, he chants in his head, a cold sweat trickling down his back. He keeps looking around but the picture doesn't change, he whips his head around and around like that'll move the walls or turn them into something different but it does nothing at all, he's still there, still trapped-
he wakes up with his hand clamped over his mouth and a scream just rising in his throat.
How did I get here, he thinks one more time, and then sees Peter, lying on his back, fast asleep. He turns to see Elizabeth, curled around a pillow. He's not in prison.
He carefully uncovers his mouth - it's a habit he got into, after waking both Burkes five times, sleeping after everyone else, with his hand clamped over his mouth, and sees a bite on his middle finger. Who did that, he wonders for just a moment.
He bit his finger, it's bleeding. This is the first time it's happened. There's no way he's getting out of bed to put a band aid on it.
Still trembling, he shifts closer to Peter, lays his head on Peter's chest, and carefully hugs Peter without waking him.
He doesn't fall asleep immediately, but he does feel warmer.
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Date: 2015-02-07 11:57 am (UTC)Three walls, iron bars, his art on the walls and he could choke on the air, it's terrifyingly cold, he doesn't remember it being this cold. Or maybe it's just him that's cold. Freezing.
How did I get here, how did I get here, how did I get here, he chants in his head, a cold sweat trickling down his back. He keeps looking around but the picture doesn't change, he whips his head around and around like that'll move the walls or turn them into something different but it does nothing at all, he's still there, still trapped-
he wakes up with his hand clamped over his mouth and a scream just rising in his throat.
How did I get here, he thinks one more time, and then sees Peter, lying on his back, fast asleep. He turns to see Elizabeth, curled around a pillow. He's not in prison.
He carefully uncovers his mouth - it's a habit he got into, after waking both Burkes five times, sleeping after everyone else, with his hand clamped over his mouth, and sees a bite on his middle finger. Who did that, he wonders for just a moment.
He bit his finger, it's bleeding. This is the first time it's happened. There's no way he's getting out of bed to put a band aid on it.
Still trembling, he shifts closer to Peter, lays his head on Peter's chest, and carefully hugs Peter without waking him.
He doesn't fall asleep immediately, but he does feel warmer.