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Knock.
Breathe.
Knock.
Breathe.
Knock.
Get.
Knock.
Up.
Knock.
Now.
Knock
Move.
Knock.
Move.
Knock.
Vaughn closed his eyes from exhaustion.
Knock.
He rested his head against the wall, slumping the rest of his body with the single movement.
Knock.
His face contortions broadcasted the immense pain he was in as he raised a trembling hand to his throbbing chest.
Knock.
He closed his eyes, the effort of forcing his eyelids ajar suddenly too much for him.
Knock.
Just open the bloody door.
Knock.
He knew that his cousin needed him, hell, he had somehow managed to force himself off of the couch to answer the door.
Knock.
Yet he couldn't quite gather up the strength to turn the lock.
Knock.
His entire being convulsed as the cool metal in his hand slid into the door.
Knock.
He flicked his wrist.
Knock.
The door flew open.
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Suicide Helpline
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