[Jamie's hands are shaking, blood is pounding in his ears and everything feels both muffled and Too Much as the same time. In the back of his screaming brain he can almost hear Bolton's voice trying to soothe him, coaxing him to count down and focua on something other than his racing heart.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven? Yeah, seven. Seven is right. Si...six. F i ve. Four. Three. Two...
He blinks slowly, the rest of the world coming back into focus. His hand hurts? Xander is on the ground-? Oh.]
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Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven? Yeah, seven. Seven is right. Si...six. F i ve. Four. Three. Two...
He blinks slowly, the rest of the world coming back into focus. His hand hurts? Xander is on the ground-? Oh.]
...shit.