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The darkness around him threatened to squeeze the air out of his lungs the second he opened his eyes.
Invisible, slender fingers reached out for him - he could feel the fingernails scraping against his scalp.
He gagged and dug his fingers into the mattress beneath him, gripping the sweat-soaked fabric.
A gasp escaped him when he felt blood running down his temples, while the pain in his head was pounding and he felt his mind threatening to jump out of his reach.
Closing his eyes would prove useless, he knew. The darkness and horror would catch up with him anyway.
He couldn’t move, he-
A soft whine made him jump, wetness nudging at his hand. Sucking in air, he snapped his eyes open, faintly wondering when he had closed them.
Heart hammering in his chest he slowly turned his head.
“Thank you, Winston.”, he whispered.