Kellen was barely aware of anything around him. He felt like he had tunnel vision, and couldn't even register that Rhys had his hand on his back, his shoulder, offering him comfort. Warmth. Kellen couldn't feel it.
All he could feel was that cold, sick, festering feeling in his gut as it relished in being right. Kellen's guts churned as he threw up again in the bucket. The sounds of his Dad wailing filling his ears. The repetitive warning from the sirens, and then the muffled voice of Lieutenant Parker, asking what hell was going on? Everything he heard felt like it was in a distance. Away from him.
Something he couldn't touch, and thus, couldn't touch him in return.
