[ It takes his sluggish mind a handful of seconds to parse her words, but when he does, he immediately stills. Only his arm — wait no, the twitch has migrated up to his jaw, how lovely — moves. Days. He’d spent days in that place. Days being restrained, shocked, and drugged. He thinks he might throw up. ]
Where? [ His voice is soft, plaintive. There is something distinctly childlike about him in this moment. ]
mild emetophobia cw
Where? [ His voice is soft, plaintive. There is something distinctly childlike about him in this moment. ]