Arrhythmia Rhythm - Tommyinnit angst

Tommy has never wanted to leave a place more. TnT shocks his bones, obsidian cold against his hands, lava sweltering, keeping him confined to Pandora's Vault, his hope already gone. There's no air to breathe nor room to be had, his lungs shrinking under the pressure of quickly contracting prison walls. Dream mocks him with the way he's still able to stand upright.

No one ever said heart attacks were uncommon.