He’s not making eye contact. Instead, he’s just muttering unintelligibly to himself as he rocks back and forth.
“Lev. Hey, it’s me. Your brother. It’s Uri.”
The muttering gets louder, the rocking gets faster, and if I so much as graze any part of him, he recoils and whimpers.
I wrack my brain to think of a way to calm him down. What would Alyssa do? It’s infuriating that I would even go there, but it’s my first instinct. What would she do?
She’d probably give him space at first until he was ready to listen to her. I back away a little, satisfied that the restraints aren’t hurting him anymore. He’s got a few cuts and scrapes but otherwise, he seems relatively unharmed. Physically, at least.
What I’m worried about is what’s going on behind his wild eyes.
“Lev. It’s me. Uri. Can you hea
