[When she finds him, he's awkwardly half-curled around himself, one hand clutching his head and the other the middle, long, painful breaths peeling out of his too-tight chest. He tries to bite back a whimper when he hears a quiet murmur, his back arching as he struggles to get to his feet - and promptly fails. He's trembling too hard.]
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S-sorry. Sorry. I'll go. I'll go. Please don't - don't -
[Please don't hurt me, he means to say. But the words freeze somewhere in this throat.]