[closed] Do you remember leaving me to find my way? Do you remember saying I'd be fine?
Neal wakes up. It's wrong, he knows that the moment it happens, the second awareness flares back into tissues that should be decom-
The smell hits him before conscious thought can and he retches, rolling on to his side, away from the wall. He heaves again but nothing comes out. "Peter?"
It's a struggle just to say his partner's name. Nothing's responding properly. He feels like a vague presence trapped in lead. Neal coughs. His throat tastes raw.
Happened. Something. Something.
That.
He tries to force himself to his feet, the panic shocking through him, and somehow ends up on his hands and knees next to the bed. Which means he's inside. Which means they're all right?
"Smell," he croaks, hoping someone is around to answer the question he can't quite make himself ask.
The smell hits him before conscious thought can and he retches, rolling on to his side, away from the wall. He heaves again but nothing comes out. "Peter?"
It's a struggle just to say his partner's name. Nothing's responding properly. He feels like a vague presence trapped in lead. Neal coughs. His throat tastes raw.
Happened. Something. Something.
That.
He tries to force himself to his feet, the panic shocking through him, and somehow ends up on his hands and knees next to the bed. Which means he's inside. Which means they're all right?
"Smell," he croaks, hoping someone is around to answer the question he can't quite make himself ask.