Samuel
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doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
"Um...yes. Yes, Hallucinations." Sam repeated, his own mind taking Nate's tone and running with it, deciding in a split second that the symptom had to mean his upcoming doom. The laughing didn't help at all: of course Nate would laugh knowing he was close to death, the man seemingly dedicated to making Sam miserable ever since he'd broken his heart. Sam clutched his hands close to his chest, overcome with a heavy, oppressive fear. "I f...feel real, right now. It's everything else that isn't real."
As for whether he'd told anyone else, he tried his best to remember; but his memories of the last week were vague, swapped places and shifted as he tried to recall them. "I don't know."
The offer of tea, something that would normally calm him, only made him more suspicious. "...What kind of tea?" Sam asked, clearly skeptical.
As for whether he'd told anyone else, he tried his best to remember; but his memories of the last week were vague, swapped places and shifted as he tried to recall them. "I don't know."
The offer of tea, something that would normally calm him, only made him more suspicious. "...What kind of tea?" Sam asked, clearly skeptical.
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tfig a tahw ,erac oT
