[That's about all he manages to get out before he feels the table he's on shifting, one side gradually lifting up higher. It's uncomfortable, after having gotten settled for the last hour or so. And a nerve pinches somewhere in the middle of his back, a new feeling that has him clenching his jaw so tight he'd swear he was grinding the bones down somehow. But more and more, that thought of what may have happened to his back is solidifying into a congealed sort of terror in the back of his mind.
Leo reaches out for something, anything that's within reach to ground himself. His fist clenching tight to whatever purchase it finds.]
Any chance we can get that time traveling microwave going again and stop all this from happening?
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[That's about all he manages to get out before he feels the table he's on shifting, one side gradually lifting up higher. It's uncomfortable, after having gotten settled for the last hour or so. And a nerve pinches somewhere in the middle of his back, a new feeling that has him clenching his jaw so tight he'd swear he was grinding the bones down somehow. But more and more, that thought of what may have happened to his back is solidifying into a congealed sort of terror in the back of his mind.
Leo reaches out for something, anything that's within reach to ground himself. His fist clenching tight to whatever purchase it finds.]
Any chance we can get that time traveling microwave going again and stop all this from happening?