He couldn't move. He couldn't see anything but bright light. He was trying so shocking hard not to panic, but he was terrified and it felt like he was eight years old again, keeping Gabri safe while his Dad beat the shit out of his Ma and knowing that it was his turn next because he had nowhere to go and noone to go to, nobody to believe him or care.
He started going over the basic concepts of genetics in his head, DNA and RNA, the building blocks of nucleotides, all sorts, everything and anything he could think of. Old coping mechanisms.
All his knowledge and strength, skills and abilities, and he couldn't do anything to make it stop.