Outside the room, the halls of the police station were almost eerily silent. They continued to talk about it, and Carter’s mind was only upon finding Jayden, bubbles be damned. Something about using a 'bubble method’ for finding points of travel to find a suspect for a recent murder. Carter left the room without another word to the others, leaving them in a confused daze along the lines of the last thing Jayden was talking about. Though it didn’t mean that he wasn’t worried. The chief inquired with a gruff worry if Blake knew about anything with the agent, to which the man gruffly replied with a ‘fuck if I know’. He was just barely able to open the door and walk out without tripping over his own feet.īlake was one of the investigators that saw the man’s odd and sudden behavior, though he was the only one that actually stood up and excused himself nearly instantly after Norman had left the room. Deafening sound around him, bright lights blinding him. It was a piss-poor excuse, but it managed to allow him passage out of the room, having to push a few people out of the way so he could get to the door. “I just–er, I….I need to use the bathroom." And when the man continued on in a poor attempt of an excuse–he really needed to get out before the shaking got worse, before the other symptoms started to show–he realized even the sound of his own voice was getting painful. Everything was just too bright, too loud. “Y-Yeah,” he managed, quickly deciding to set down the remote control and out of the line of the projector’s light. The oncoming sensation was nearly overwhelming, and the only response that the concerned question pulled from him was a muted nod. “Jayden?” He said lightly, almost offhandedly, while the man was doing everything he could to force the shaking into a dull throb of movement, his fingers almost clenching the clicker he held in his palm for giving the presentation (which, suddenly he realized was getting almost painfully bright in his eyes). In front of him, the roomful of police investigators looked at him oddly, the chief being the one with the most prominent and noticeable look of concern. Anywhere, anywhere in the world but here.
#HEAVY RAIN BLAKE FULL#
He wouldn’t be able to stop them.Īnd when the young FBI agent began to feel the tell-tale sensation of his hands begining to thrum and twitch, he was sure his heart nearly stopped with the realization of it’s full meaning.
#HEAVY RAIN BLAKE SKIN#
It would be like a chill had run down his arms, deep and permeating everything from skin to bone, and his hands would just shake like leaves in the wind. They would begin to shake, and shake incessantly. His hands were always one of the first signs that it was coming on. It could have started anywhere at all, and Norman Jayden was absolutely sure anywhere and anytime else would have been better, than right now. In the car, at home, or even walking to the police station where an investigation was still taking place. There was a number of places and ways that it could have started. Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Past Drug (Triptocaine) use.
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