Jay drops. Hits the ground, floor?, ground hard, crumples on it, pressing his own hands, solid hands, normal hands, to his mouth, trying to blot out the sense memory of it touching him, oh god, he's going to throw up, he curls over and it's floor beneath him now, hardwood. Okay. Okay.
He can hear Tim hacking up a lung beside him, thudding down to the floor as well, but it's okay now, it's okay, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone.
"T-," he says, the only sound he can make, tongue clicking against his teeth - his voice is gone, all he has is breath. He retches again but doesn't go all the way, his hands touch the wood, trembling and wet, it's okay, it's okay.
He crawls over to Tim and doesn't know what to do.
Story of his fucking death.
Ha, haha.
"Tim," he whispers. He feels like he's on the verge of collapse, so he does, his forehead coming down to rest stupidly on Tim's shoulder. He swallows until he's able to speak, hoarse and brittle: "Tim, come back."
the end of the body horror; minor emetophobia warning
He can hear Tim hacking up a lung beside him, thudding down to the floor as well, but it's okay now, it's okay, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone.
"T-," he says, the only sound he can make, tongue clicking against his teeth - his voice is gone, all he has is breath. He retches again but doesn't go all the way, his hands touch the wood, trembling and wet, it's okay, it's okay.
He crawls over to Tim and doesn't know what to do.
Story of his fucking death.
Ha, haha.
"Tim," he whispers. He feels like he's on the verge of collapse, so he does, his forehead coming down to rest stupidly on Tim's shoulder. He swallows until he's able to speak, hoarse and brittle: "Tim, come back."