Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, not this memory. No!Rome was sucked back into the memory, back to the time, to the pain, the smell, the emotions. When she finally let him go, he couldn't breathe, and tears stung his eyes. When his vision finally cleared, Lily was gone, but he could hear her barfing in his bathroom.
He stumbled to his feet and rushed to her, monumentally guilty, whiteknuckling the doorframe. "I, ah...I'm sorry," he said--
"Never again!" she bellowed, when she could. "Holy f***ing hell, I am never taking a trip into your skull ever again!"
"I, I'm sorry, Lily, I--I didn't do it," he tried to reach out a hand to her, but she jerked back, as if afraid to touch him, and kept talking, more calmly this time, but he didn't or couldn't listen. "I...I'm sorry..." His breathing sped up, and he began to feel trapped, to panic, and his head hurt like he was about to get a vision. Rome shook his head, turned, and ran out of his room, his head down, out of the hotel, outside, into the parking lot, where he crouched, shaking, breathing hard, trying not to, no, definitely
not crying.
And definitely trying not to remember.
No. No. Suck it up, Remington, it's over. She can't help you, so just deal with it. What about Elenna? Rome sniffled and lifted his head up. Yeah. That was good. Because keeping Elenna sane (or trying to) usually kept him sane.
That's it. She needs you. Grow a set, Remington, and get back in the game.
And don't bother Lily ever again.