Arus grabbed his bag and slid into the limo. Putting it next to Hannah's. He didn't say anything although he heard Hannah's comment and question. He was stoicly quiet. He didn't snap out of it. He couldn't. It was too overwhelming. He shrunk back away and tensed. "Please don't. Not today." He said softly. Tears welling up in his eyes. "I'll be okay once the end of the week comes. I promise." He said. Closing his eyes. "I'm not sick Hannah." He opened his eyes. "Today is the anniversary of a very painful event. A very painful memory." He shook his head. "Today is the exact day of when my parents nearly killed me. They left me barely alive after they punished me for running away. They told the cops I had a mental illness so they would track me down. I...I almost got free of them." Tears trailed down his cheeks. "My father threw me into the fireplace and I got a bit burnt. Mother broke my fingers piece by piece and laughed while I screamed. They took turns hurting me Hannah. Beating me and left me coughing up blood and barely alive." Shaking hard now.