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He was dying
He was dying
A bullet in his chest A chain around his neck
He was dead
"Kingsley"
He heard his nasley, you’re in Manhattan You’re ho to death on a shit-stained basement floor in Ljubljana
"You’re alive"
No, he wasn’t
"Open your eyes Can you hearIt startled him He jumped His eyes flew open The world was a haze But he did see soht
"You have to breathe"
He heard so wheeze Over and over again
Kingsley felt so him hard It should have scared hiht hisley, talk to me," the voice ordered It was Søren His voice His hand
"I’ to sley looked down He sat on the floor of his playroom, his back to the wall His shirt was sticky with sweat and his throat raw froain
"Was that a panic attack?" Søren asked, crouching in front of hisley’s body was tense His hands shook "I think I spaced out for a second"
"Two sley tried to stand, but Søren put his hand on Kingsley’s shoulder and held him in place
"Stay down Look at sley said
"I don’t care Look atthe eye contact "Tell me where you were"
"Slovenia"