[He bites the inside of his cheek, kneading his forehead with the pads of his fingers for a moment, trying to force himself to stay calm and not look back over at the wall. Erik hadn't seen anything. It wasn't real.
Telling himself that over and over again wasn't doing much good.]
I don't know what's happening. [He hadn't meant to sound that scared, because this had never, never happened before, and he didn't know why it was or what it meant.]
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Telling himself that over and over again wasn't doing much good.]
I don't know what's happening. [He hadn't meant to sound that scared, because this had never, never happened before, and he didn't know why it was or what it meant.]