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Viv

Warning for blood, panic attack, brief mentions of house fire, brief mentions of death

Vivian couldn't handle it. It was all to heavy, to thick too much.
They coughed, just a simple cough, except it didn't stop.
And then there was blood, red and thick and coming out faster then should be possible. There hands was covered in it, their mouth tasted like metal. They had to keep going, they had to save him. They wanted to save him!

"Charlie!" They woke up, looking around, they were alone. Just silence. Until it wasn't silent, until there was whispers thst Vivian struggles to fight off, growing louder and louder, their breathing grew heavy, eyes shutting and fingers tangling in hair. It won't stop! Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!

"Didn't you want to see me?" Their eyes opened quickly, their breathing still heavy. And there he was, floating above the bed. Their twin, their brothe who died in the fire several years back.

"Charlie..."