AN: But that's wrong, you fucking retard
"OOC"
"I need you to stay calm, okay?"
He couldn't promise that. If any words were to come out of his mouth, they would be the product of a miracle. His hands were shaking and he couldn't see straight. The image of the other's face was blurry, distorted, like something out of one of the nightmares he'd heard about. The only thought in his head remained irrational – what if he were to reach out and touch him now? Would he fall apart? Would he dissolve into a pile of all the rings he'd ever collected in his life?
"Remember what I told you on that first night. Take deep breaths. Don't be afraid of it."
His eyes widened for no apparent reason, staining the other's steady hands with the green hills that he had memorized with his feet all those years ago. That was before he'd met him, true; but it was also before he'd cracked under the pressure and forced his way into this miserable state of being. Oh, the memories of days past...
"You're doing fine. You're coming out of it now, see?"
Now his hands were on him and his warmth was seeping right into his bones. He whimpered at the intimate sensation that he'd never before imagined.
"Keep breathing slow. That's it. You're going to be fine."
That final hint of reassurance dared him to open his eyes, making him lose himself all over in the twin lakes of blood.
~End~
AN^2: Make whatever you want to out of this. Oh, and don't do drugs, kids.