“The world is going to end in three days.”
“I-I don’t know why…” he rubbed his head with his hand. “I just…it feels like the end… Am I going crazy?”
“I don’t /think/ so,” she said, frowning. Hesitantly she lifted a hand, meaning to touch his forehead, but thought better of it. He looked so wrought up. “Maybe … you could explain a little better?”
He felt his head start to burn, was he having a panic attack? He curled into a ball on the floor “I just- he told me…” he mumbled, gasping for breath as he shook, he was terrified.
Summer dropped to her knees beside the boy, catching at his shoulders. “Hey, hey. Look at me. Breathe, come on. Look at me. It’s okay.” Gently, she eased his terror just a little, enough that he was no longer about to panic.