'Good, good.' Theo breathed, one hand pressed up against his chest as if it would slow the frantic beating of his heart. It didn't, but the steady thrum underneath his fingers was comforting for whatever reason. He couldn't usually feel it. Couldn't usually feel anything, medication they put him...
Theo ran until his lungs were burning. He ran until the filthy street had blurred before his eyes, and the stabbing pain between his ribs became a lot harder to ignore. So hard, in fact, that the ground rushing to meet him was less of a surprise and more of a welcome shut down.
But he couldn't...