<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes did his best to support her, letting her lean into him, use any part of his body in her attempt to move forward and find a more stable center of gravity. Again millions of thoughts circled around in his head, unable to make heads or tails of what was happening to The Woman who was for all intents and purposes, perfectly fine only a few short moments ago. Perhaps an underlying flair up of a medical condition? It was truly unfortunate he'd never brushed up on his medical knowledge passed basic survival and crude self surgery whenever he'd gotten himself a little bit too deep into trouble. Wes was completely out of his element and it painfully showed in the expression in his face, ignoring the faces of customers as they passed them and only focusing on getting her to her destination without her Completely crumbling down on him or worse.<br/>
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When she stopped he let his hands rest on her shoulders, keeping her propped up, only then did he see the far off look in her eyes, confusion painting his face as a hand waved a few times in front of her eyes with no reaction. Was she even there? Giving a few snaps of his finger and a whistle as he attempted to get through to her <i>"Hey, hey Ava it's okay. I'm here. Talk to me, love. What do you need?" </i>He did his best to let his voice flow smoothly and calmly, and back up a little bit so he wasn't crowding or smothering her. Forcing his heart beat and his breaths to remain steady, even as that sweet iron smell stained his nostrils and caused him to turn his head away, trying not to catch sight of it. Controlling that scratching and clawing that began to tear at the back of his mind, hiding just underneath the surface as he physically gave himself a hard slap, keeping himself focused on her and keeping himself under control as well. <br/>
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<i>"It's going to be okay."</i><br/>
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The words went over his head as she whispered them. Maybe she was still in there somewhere, aware of everything that was happening, all he did was nod and answer her, trying to find any trace of her inside of that far off gaze she held, looking right through. <i>"Yeah. Shhh. It's going to be okay, Ava. Relax...Relax." </i>Again he felt himself starting to slip, his grip beginning to tighten on the shoulders of her clothing as he physically began to grimace, biting his tongue and squeezing his eyes shut. Soon enough, the "relax" he repeated was meant more for him than it was for her. Breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly. When he opened his eyes again, Ava had completely disappeared, and instead he held <b>Elyse </b>in his hands as she tilted her head to the side, soft pale hand lifting upwards to gently brush fingertips across Wes's face as his breathing completely stopped. He could smell her scent, and he reached his own hand upwards to attempt and touch hers as it crept across the side of his face, her voice flowed like water through his ears, immediately a feeling of warmth and comfort flowing over him as a smile tugged itself at the corners of his mouth. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>Wes....where are we, my love? I'm so cold..." </i></span> The concern in her voice nearly tore his heart in two, a single tear finding its way from the corner of his eye as he tried to smile and comfort the false image in front of his face, and they both spoke at the same time.<br/>
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<i>"It's going to be okay, Elyse."</i><br/>
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Ava's words brought him back, but not to the hallway of the diner they occupied. He stood in heavy rainfall in the swamp lands, soil flooded and muddy as he struggled to see forward through the pounding rain stinging his face, soon enough, a hand shot up from underneath him, covered in thick mud and fresh earthworms attempting to wriggle themselves free from the disturbed soil. It was at this moment he realized he couldn't move, and his form wasn't his own, he saw his reflection in the pooled water at his feet, an unknown boy, one that couldn't have been older than 18, face locked in horror at the hand that tightly gripped his ankle as the mound of earth began to stir more and more below him. Another hand joined its counterpart, broken bindings digging into raw bloody skin around the wrists before a form joined, breathing in deeply with the most unholy screeching he'd ever heard. The Boy screamed as loudly as he could, drowned out by the storm surrounding him, desperately trying to escape and break the grip of whatever unholy creature had captured him. The Boy only made out two features underneath the thick mud that coated the figures face, light brown eyes that pierced through the soil surrounding them and a pair of sharp white teeth that immediately began to dig themselves into the flesh of his leg. <br/>
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Wes knew those eyes belonged to him.<br/>
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As the vision disappeared into a sea of Red Ava began to reappear in front of him, the details of the hallway flooding back dizzyingly fast as he physically pushed himself backwards and away from her, his back meeting the wall opposite her and cold sweat covering his face as he stared at her. <i>"What the fuck." </i>He repeated these words over and over again. Was this his own rapidly deteriorating mind playing tricks or had she done something to him unknowingly? More and more questions adding up yet no sign of answers anywhere close as he attempted to calm himself, reaching an arm cautiously forward towards her, not sure if her condition had improved or not.<br/>
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<i>"Hey...you with me? Are you alright?"</i>​</div>