"F-Fuck it… God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Steve's voice cracked through the empty hallway, loud at first, but trailing into a hoarse whisper.
He ran a trembling hand through his unkempt hair, the tips of his fingers digging into his scalp, clawing as if he could scrape away the chaotic thoughts boiling inside.
His footsteps faltered. He stopped in place, hunched forward slightly, muttering to himself.
"God fucking damn it… What the hell is happening to me?"
The words tumbled out in broken fragments, more like an argument with the air than a coherent thought. He was spiraling. His mind wasn't just racing — it was tearing itself apart.
'You died. You died. I died.'
The words echoed in his skull like a cruel chant, growing louder and more mocking with every repetition.
"No." he snapped aloud, shaking his head as though he could rattle the memory loose.
"No fucking way. No fucking way in hell did I die."
