How'd a kid like you learn words like that, huh? [ He keeps walking, though he's not going as quickly as he was a moment ago. ] I'm fine, I just gotta..

[ Thinking about it makes it worse, or maybe it's just the fact that the hallway doesn't seem to be getting any shorter. Either way, his world spins and heaves and he stumbles, catches himself with a hand on the wall. Pain rolls down his spine, thrums from his bones. Familiar. Too damn familiar. He feels warmth on his face; his nose is bleeding. ]

Damn it.