[ He barely hears anything, too caught up in the MRRRRGH of the press coming down, the memory of the pain of poison in his system then the feeling of being crushed. His eyes are blank, breath falling so quickly it's hard to even count the number of breaths per minute.
It's only when he feels a hand on his back that he registers the fact that someone is there at all.
It starts with a gasp, sharper and louder than the breaths from before. It manages to interrupt the breathing rate, get oxygen into him so he can start trying to come around again. ]
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It's only when he feels a hand on his back that he registers the fact that someone is there at all.
It starts with a gasp, sharper and louder than the breaths from before. It manages to interrupt the breathing rate, get oxygen into him so he can start trying to come around again. ]