Dustin can see the room, the cages, the dirt floor, the stairs leading up to the door. Dustin tries to take in as many details as possible, but he only sees inside. And then, once again, he feels Charlotte die, feels her fear fading along with her life force, and then he’s back in his body in the morgue.
“I’ll never get used to that,” Dustin says softly. He steps back as his nose trickles a tiny bit of blood, and Ronan hands him a wad of tissues. He’s really good at looking out for Dustin when he has visions, and after, like yesterday when he’d cleaned the blood off Dustin’s forehead. It makes Dustin feel cared for, but he’s not sure if he’s reading too much into it.
“Used to what?” Mary asks.
“Feeling someone die,” Dustin sighs.
“That explains the way you looked. I work with death eve
