[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Casper’ and James’ Room
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

James barely registered everything around him, just cognizant enough to realize Casper crooned softly and James clung to him like a blanket. He felt like he was still in the sewers, the damp, humid air squeezing his lungs as the rubble crumbled down around them. His heart pounded in his ears, he couldn't catch his breath, lungs burning in protest, and the sobs broke out as something else touched him. He thought it was someone familiar, something about healing, but the thoughts shattered into pieces as just struggled to breathe. 

The dread and the frustration and the fear settled hard and cold in his chest and he clutched at his boyfriend desperately, just wanting what ever this awful, horrible, sickly feeling was. He felt weak, his head spun, everything was too bright and too much and he shut his eyes against it all, despite the tears still pushing through, as he clung to the life line Casper offered. He tried to focus on the song but his thoughts cracked against and again and again beneath waves of panic and fear and it was all he could do to get one single word out, broken and stuttered and fragile.

[Color=mediumspringgreen]"Help."[/color]