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Neil came back to himself in the midst of pillows and darkness, and he realized he was having a pretty hard fucking time breathing, which sent him reeling backwards as he stared up at the ceiling. "What the hell," he breathed, heart pounding, unable to rid himself of the sight of the woman in the tattered dress. And the blood, there was so much of it, and the smell still lingers in the air, though that makes no sense, because this is his bedroom, not wherever the hell she was.
"Is this you, huh? Are you finally making me lose my mind?" Erik bristled at the implication, but even as he said it, Neil knew this wasn't madness. It couldn't be, because he knew the woman, and from there it wasn't difficult to put the pieces together, to figure out what it was he'd seen.
He brought his hands to his face and took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm, and to not throw his fist through the nearest mirror.