Person: @dionbaudelaire Location: The Lab There was no way in hell he was back here and yet this was hell. It’d been hell for years and yet it wasn’t his hell, not the place back in Lafayette. But it’s pretty damn close, a lab was a lab and he’d been on the outskirts of the festival, had felt violently nauseous. That shouldn’t even be a thing he could feel anymore surely, that was supposed to be a positive wasn’t it? That he couldn’t get sick anymore? He’d fallen to the ground and he’d stood up only to be here and Atticus doesn’t think he should be capable of having a panic attack either. Not when he doesn’t have to breathe anymore and yet he’d crowded himself on the floor, back against a door as he desperately tried to fill lungs that didn’t even work anymore. Except it feels somewhat labored almost, like he kind of needs the air and it’s not real, it’s not real it’s a nightmare, it has to be. His palms find his eyes and beyond all the fear, there’s that ever present tinge of anger. Ephraim had said he wouldn’t go back here, that he was safe now and he’d fucking believed him. He’d fucking believed that the man that had once been his captor, had thought that everything was really alright. There’s a loud noise behind him, something behind the door and he knows immediately it’s the sound of someone throwing their weight against it. Except the weight sounds far too heavy to be human and so he’s scrambling to his feet, boots clacking on the tile as he moves down the hall. The hall that doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter as he moves and there’s more clanging, clambering for whatever is caged crying to be let out. It echoes down the sterile passage and he finds himself still panicking. Feet slow to a halt and then he falls to his knees and tries to just take a second to again remind himself there’s no way this is fucking happening and he’s not sure how long he stays there just willing for everything to stop until a voice cuts through it. Looking up he’s met with the sight of the other vampire, the one from the bar a couple weeks back, Dion, the one who’d been nice to him. “It’s magic innit? It’s not real, please tell me this isn’t real.” It sounds so desperate to his own ears that if he weren’t actively losing his damn mind he might be embarrassed.