Can you--j--nnn-- [ Being on the ground doesn't feel any better. Not with the pain in his chest that he knows is a collapsing lung, not with the way his gut opens like another moaning mouth. Tim slumps in towards Harlan because he can't help it. His forehead in the man's shoulder is the only thing keeping him upright. ] --just--
Finish it. Just-- [ Talking just feels like it's getting in the way of puking his brains out. He's not sure what's going to come out if he starts retching. ] --kill me, fucking kill me.
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Finish it. Just-- [ Talking just feels like it's getting in the way of puking his brains out. He's not sure what's going to come out if he starts retching. ] --kill me, fucking kill me.