(He's tense, almost anxious for what he'll feel next. He feels more blankets piled on top of him and even that makes his skin prickle. It isn't looking good, in his mind, he knows it isn't going to be good but maybe maybe maybe just maybe it'll be okay, he wants to believe--
He inhales sharply and pulls back again.)
... I'm going to die.
(He's so miserable and the hummingbirds chirp quietly beside them. )
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He inhales sharply and pulls back again.)
... I'm going to die.
(He's so miserable and the hummingbirds chirp quietly beside them. )