on the other side of the wall
"This is J. J. Johnson back with your daily news about the ongoing pandemic!"
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"As you all most likely already know, it seems to be spread from animals to human children via bites."
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"The victims display several or all symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia, e.g., hallucinations, paranoia, and delusions."
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"Not only that, but is some cases, they may experience psychotic episodes, or go insane!"
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"As for the animals, they went just as insane, so if you encounter one, forget all about standing your ground and run like the devil is after you."
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"Finally, he stopped, I was beginning to go insane."
I turned the tv off and turned around with a grin, and ears expecting on my face, but my brother was too busy with breathing into a small, brown bag to properly appreciate the genius of my joke. How adorable.
"Come on, you should've been used to the screaming by last week!"
I tried calming him, but it didn't seem to help.
"I mean, now we're at least secured a few hours of peace from the scratching."
But the mention of the scratching seemed to have thrown him into a panic attack, as he began hyperventilating.
"Alright, calm down, no need to-"
BANG!
The little bag he'd been breathing into exploded from the pressure, sending him into a panic attack without any buffers.
BANG!
Before I could try to calm him a second time, he fell on the floor unconscious from the lack of oxygen. I sighed, this wasn't an unfamiliar scene, not after "the incident" eight years ago; luckily, there was only a few meters between the kitchen table he'd been sitting by, and the bed we shared.
While I was dragging him, I thought about how small our apartment really was; it was only one 6 by 6 by 3-meter room with a kitchen, a table, a sofa, a smaller table with a tv on it, and a bed.
In terms of toilet, we only had one with only a thin curtain concealing the user, and no toilet paper.
But it wasn't all bad, as mentioned before, I got to sleep in the same bed as my brother.