His back flat against the bed, [Mike] gripped the sheets beneath him with intense pressure, fingernails shooting into his palms. The texture was slipping out of his hands, losing tangibility, and he felt as if he were trying to brace himself against the surface of a deep body of water. He closed his eyes and listened to the soft thumping in the side of his head.
He whispered - [Will] - but feare he wasn't making any sound. He whispered again and again, louder, but there was no answer. - Tablo, "Counting Pulses," Pieces of You
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His back flat against the bed, [Mike] gripped the sheets beneath him with intense pressure, fingernails shooting into his palms. The texture was slipping out of his hands, losing tangibility, and he felt as if he were trying to brace himself against the surface of a deep body of water. He closed his eyes and listened to the soft thumping in the side of his head.
He whispered - [Will] - but feare he wasn't making any sound. He whispered again and again, louder, but there was no answer. - Tablo, "Counting Pulses," Pieces of You