“NO,” he cried, jolting away from her. “No—no—” “Cyrus—” She reached for him, alarmed, but he tore away, his limbs tangling in the bedclothes. “Don’t— Please—” He dropped his head in his hands. “Oh God—not again—I can’t—I won’t survive it—” “What’s happening?” she said, panicking. “What’s wrong—?” “No—no—NO,” he shouted, falling off the bed. “This isn’t real, this isn’t real—wake up, you fucking idiot—wake up, wake up, WAKE UP—”
