[He presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, but he can see it against his eyelids. His heart is pounding, but not enough to lose control, even though it feels like he could. This is gross. It's awful, it's - sick.
So he takes a moment, then drops his arms and draws the curtain. It just seems - wrong, to stare at him like this.]
How are we going to move him? [He doesn't sound calm or totally in control, but he sounds less like he's freaking out.]
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So he takes a moment, then drops his arms and draws the curtain. It just seems - wrong, to stare at him like this.]
How are we going to move him? [He doesn't sound calm or totally in control, but he sounds less like he's freaking out.]