Again. Won't happen again. No, next time he'll stop, next time he'll let it--
"Don't you dare," Neal says, the words breaking a little. "Doc needs you. Malcolm needs you. You've got a life to go back to, a daughter waiting, you have scores to settle, you have..."
God, he can't breathe. He can't catch his breath. "If that thing comes back you run and you don't fucking stop."
He tries to inhale deeply and can't. Can't. It's like there's not enough oxygen in the space around them. He has the bizarre and all but insurmountable feeling they're being crushed flat onto some kind of Géricault canvas, Anatomical Pieces revisited, and he has to pull away from Raylan or give up on breathing all together. He turns away, digging his hands into his hair, screwing his eyes closed and trying to get himself under control.
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"Don't you dare," Neal says, the words breaking a little. "Doc needs you. Malcolm needs you. You've got a life to go back to, a daughter waiting, you have scores to settle, you have..."
God, he can't breathe. He can't catch his breath. "If that thing comes back you run and you don't fucking stop."
He tries to inhale deeply and can't. Can't. It's like there's not enough oxygen in the space around them. He has the bizarre and all but insurmountable feeling they're being crushed flat onto some kind of Géricault canvas, Anatomical Pieces revisited, and he has to pull away from Raylan or give up on breathing all together. He turns away, digging his hands into his hair, screwing his eyes closed and trying to get himself under control.