"Good. Better. I'm okay, dad. Promise." His heart was beating so fast and he couldn't see properly, everything in the room was distorted and his father was rotting. Like a corpse. He didn't know what else to do but smile and pretend it was okay. It would get better, eventually, whenever the flushing fully kicked in but right now, not so much.
He pulled away from his dad and sat on the floor, smiling at nothing in particular. "I feel less scared." A lie but a smart lie. "Even if my heart races."
"Good. Good. I will make it better for you son. I promise." He felt Jonathan's pulse, pressing his lips together. This was too close a call. He'd have to find a way to speed up his process. "Rest now."
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He pulled away from his dad and sat on the floor, smiling at nothing in particular. "I feel less scared." A lie but a smart lie. "Even if my heart races."
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