[The good news is that it's not a seizure- although with how suddenly the images had hit his mind, now with the threat of death, Ciro wouldn't be surprised if one actually happened.]
[But the world isn't something he can pay attention to right now. It's not there. All he can see past the blurriness of his tears are his hands, which he constantly brings down to stare at before tangling them against his hair again. He- there was blood. He was certain there was blood. There should be, with how much his head is pounding, stabbing pain with no reprieve, and he- ]
[When he finally focuses on real life again, still curled up against his brother, he doesn't even really notice where his tea or phone have gone. IT still hurts too much.]
I... My head.... It hurts so much...
[He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out all traces of light.]
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[But the world isn't something he can pay attention to right now. It's not there. All he can see past the blurriness of his tears are his hands, which he constantly brings down to stare at before tangling them against his hair again. He- there was blood. He was certain there was blood. There should be, with how much his head is pounding, stabbing pain with no reprieve, and he- ]
[When he finally focuses on real life again, still curled up against his brother, he doesn't even really notice where his tea or phone have gone. IT still hurts too much.]
I... My head.... It hurts so much...
[He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out all traces of light.]