"Holland, look at me," Soren said, trying to talk him out of this, but Holland couldn't really hear him. The voices sounded muffled to him. He couldn't really hear. The only thing he could hear was the voices in his head telling him that he didn't know who that person was. He didn't know Andrew, and he kept repeating it.
"Holland!" Soren shouted. The sound was loud, sharp, cutting through the fog.
Holland finally paused, but his gaze was unsettled. He kept looking from one place to another and shaking in fear. His eyes darted around the room like he was looking for an escape, like he was looking for a way out.
Soren placed his hands on his back, rubbing his back. "It's okay, Holland."
"I don't know him," Holland repeated.
"It's okay, Holland," Soren kept repeating while rubbing his back. His hand moved in slow, steady circles.
Phoenix broke out of the shock and joined Soren, rubbing Holland's back gently and telling him, "It's okay, Holland. You're safe here."
