[There isn't anything Oliver can do in the meantime. All he knows is to wait for his body to calm down and give him back the ability to speak and breathe. It seems that every muscle in his body is twisting and contracting. His fingers spread and twitch and his back arches and slams on the mattress of his bed. Finally, everything slows and the motion stops. The only sound in the room is Oliver's hard, shallow breaths.]
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