He couldn't keep it up forever. With his heart going as fast as it was and his breathing that shallow, he was going to collapse eventually. It took time and the weight of two people for Aomine to finally fall back, black swirling at the edge of his vision. If he knew a little more about medicine, he would realize that was he was hyperventilating; as it was, he just thought he was out of his mind. Trapped, and going crazy for real.
Panting, eyes wild, he twisted his arms in their restraints, his fear so thick that it was a real thing, choking him. Nooooo, no no no -
He groaned, jaw tight, and twisted his head back, feeling sick. He thought of that morning, when he'd popped two Aspirin and groaned through his hangover; he thought of breakfast, and the text he'd gotten on his phone about the bet; he thought of how he'd been able to hear the cars from the overpass all the way up until the moment he went through those dilapidated doors downstairs.
"This isn't real," he said again, his teeth clenched bitterly tight. He'd closed his eyes, but yanked them open again now.
He looked at the woman. Lia. She kept speaking to him, soft and sure. Sad? He didn't know.
"This isn't real. You're not here."
Though she had been, hadn't she? That'd been her voice. Her touches. He'd seen her flitting through those empty, broken rooms.
"You're a ghost. You're dead."
It seemed obvious, now. The uniform. The music. The radiator next to his bed and the things that she said.
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Date: 2015-10-09 11:38 pm (UTC)Panting, eyes wild, he twisted his arms in their restraints, his fear so thick that it was a real thing, choking him. Nooooo, no no no -
He groaned, jaw tight, and twisted his head back, feeling sick. He thought of that morning, when he'd popped two Aspirin and groaned through his hangover; he thought of breakfast, and the text he'd gotten on his phone about the bet; he thought of how he'd been able to hear the cars from the overpass all the way up until the moment he went through those dilapidated doors downstairs.
"This isn't real," he said again, his teeth clenched bitterly tight. He'd closed his eyes, but yanked them open again now.
He looked at the woman. Lia. She kept speaking to him, soft and sure. Sad? He didn't know.
"This isn't real. You're not here."
Though she had been, hadn't she? That'd been her voice. Her touches. He'd seen her flitting through those empty, broken rooms.
"You're a ghost. You're dead."
It seemed obvious, now. The uniform. The music. The radiator next to his bed and the things that she said.