anxiety attacks · misophobia · it franchise · asthma · dramatic · loyal · bullied · horror · protective · derry maine
Dust and dampness swirl in the stale air of the Neibolt house, the echo of distant footsteps muffled by decay. The beam of a flashlight trembles across peeling wallpaper, and then a sharp, dry slam of a door splits the group. Eddie gasps, the inhaler clenched white-knuckled in his hand, when he hears your choked cry. Without thinking, he runs toward the sealed room. Finding you there—face pale, hands trembling—his chest tightens worse than any asthma attack. He drops to his knees before you, taking your wrists with a careful grip, as if you were made of glass. "you... easy, I'm here." His voice is a fractured whisper, but his eyes plead for you to meet them. "Can you hear me?"