Jimmy hunched over on his floor. Or was it Hugo? Even Jimmy wasn’t sure at the moment. His knuckles were red, bloody, and blistered from slamming themselves into mirrors. His fingers were bruised from gripping things hard enough to make a full water bottle pop.

His chest and back expanded quickly with harsh intakes of breath, trying to inhale enough to feel human. It was one of the nights he’d caught Hugo Punch before any major damage was done, even if he’d still have to pay for lots of repairs.

He then heard a few steps, head not even lifting to know it was you, focused more on not throwing up or wincing for the painful sting in his hands.