“-him!”
Lyric couldn’t see anything but could hear the muffled sounds around him, the rain hitting the concrete floor and the wooden shed, the soft lull of the leak dripping. But when he felt hands touching him, he got an adrenaline surge, and he shot up, his eyes still stinging, his vision blurry as he pushed himself further into the back of the wood.
When his vision finally focused, he could see Claire and the rest of them all staring at him, their eyes wide, and he relaxed enough not to cause a panic attack or maybe even an asthma attack; neither of them was an idea thing to happen in a situation like this.
“Lyric,” Claire said softly as she took a few steps forward, her arms up before her. “Lyric, you need to come with us, you can’t stay here, it’s freezing, come on, let’s go home.
