Tw: death, murder, graphic depictions of violence, blood, panic attack/flashback

He sinks to his knees, why didn't they tell him they were leaving?

He felt like he was on fire, he chokes, blood spilling from his lips, everything burned.

He was alone, completely alone.

Someone's screaming, desperate pleas for an escape.

He sobs, trying to pull away.

It was him, he was screaming, struggling to remove the binds while the metal dug into his side.

He scrambles back, eyes darting around the room wildly because he was there, he was there and he was dying again.

He doesn't hear Louisiana come in, instead focusing on the blood on his hands, there was so much blood.