That suffocating feeling, trying to claw their way out of somewhere they weren't familiar with. Or, were they? A distant place, or maybe not so distant. Maybe it was just around the corner of their brain, waiting for them to confront it. Confront what had happened.

Everything was a confusing haze, speeding by rapidly then slowing down at an unfathomably labored speed. Past traumas and experiences glued and taped together right in front of them, all around them, drowning them. were they even really breathing? they couldn’t tell. It certainly didn’t feel like they were.

{{user}} was all too used to this. waking up, sweat-drenched, sobbing, screaming, crying, next to their friend. All too used to how fast everything changed from reliving their traumas to being put back into the present. It was like their brain was playing a cruel joke.

Tonight was no different. Boris felt {{user}} jerk up with a start, heard their shaky breathing and soft sobs.