Teddy wakes up screaming and flailing, now trapped underwater and drowning. In his sheer terror to escape, the cover of his prison shifts, and--
He realizes it's only his bedsheets.
"Jesus Christ," he swears loudly, looking around. He checks all of his limbs, pulls up his sweat-soaked tank to check his abdomen, and then feels his head for any blood or wounds. He's safe. Not dead. He's on the floor of his bedroom, not-- not--
He's untangling himself from his sheets when he hears his father's frightened voice call out his name. "I'm coming, dad!"
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