Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I owned Generator Rex, it would be a show for teens and this would be in it.
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Rex awoke to pain and the sound of hushed voices. The first thing he decided to deal with was the pain. He stood up carefully; the rough sandstone floor felt like sandpaper under his bare feet. Six must have taken off his shoes. Rex riffled through his collection of (mostly stolen) medications until he found the pain killers he was looking for. He shifted his feet as he twisted the lid off, noticing that his bandages where applied less sloppily than Six normally would. He must be- Rex couldn't finish his thought.
He was no longer in his cave. Instead he was back at the fire, watching smoke block out the stars and watching a man come towards him with a burning log. Rex felt it as the man jabbed it into his stomach. He could feel his skin burn and his hands came up automatically to push it away, only to burn. He could hear himself scream. Then he was back in his cave, choking on another scream.
Six and Holiday were hovering over him. Their faces' etched with worry for the teen, who was now curled up on the harsh ground, struggling to breath, all of the air squeezed out of his lungs by panic.
"What happened?" Holiday asked gently. But Rex was gagging on a silent scream and couldn't answer.
"He's having a panic attack," Six explained. "Rex, I need you to listen to me. You need to count to ten and breathe in through your nose then breathe out through your mouth for ten counts."
Rex tried to do what Six said, but his breath escaped in a hiccup on the number four. "You're doing fine, Rex. Just keep going," Six told him. So Rex continued to lay there on the ground breathing between hiccups as Holiday stroked his hair.
After what seemed like an eternity to everyone in that cave, Rex opened his eyes and focused on Holiday.
"Can you tell us what happened?" she asked gently. But Rex turned to Six.
"You promised," Rex said in a soft voice, "You said-"
"I said that I wouldn't tell her unless I thought that the situation had become life threatening," Six informed him in his monotone matter-of-fact way of speaking.
"Tell me what?" Holiday asked.
"You didn't tell her?" Rex asked.
"Tell me what?" Holiday asked again, in a much more irritated tone. She hated not knowing.
"I only said you were hurt," Six told him.
And then everything clicked for Holiday. "It was the men!"
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I am so sorry for the late/short chapters but teachers are doing that whole "cram as much stuff into the last few weeks of school as possible and make them study for finals" thing so… summer is coming soon I will probably be more punctual then.