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He's shaking in the shadow of a tree. It's cold outside and he's shivering and shaking and every second he has to fight curling into a ball, giving in to the cold and turning submissive. Can't let his guard down, not through pain or lack of sleep and definitely not through this.
His body hurts, it aches as his head pounds as he feels his blood moving and pumping. He knows what's happening to him, knows what it means and why. But that doesn't stop every sound going straight to his head, every light almost burning his eyes out of their sockets.
And what goes to his head goes to his stomach and throat too, making him dizzy and sick. Fingernail marks line his palm as he fights the nausea, clenching and unclenching and clenching again.
And it's just one more thing he can blame on her.
His body hurts, it aches as his head pounds as he feels his blood moving and pumping. He knows what's happening to him, knows what it means and why. But that doesn't stop every sound going straight to his head, every light almost burning his eyes out of their sockets.
And what goes to his head goes to his stomach and throat too, making him dizzy and sick. Fingernail marks line his palm as he fights the nausea, clenching and unclenching and clenching again.
And it's just one more thing he can blame on her.