Big Boys Don't Cry (They Don't Ask Why)

The room was silent; it was almost too silent. All Wing could hear was the slight electrical buzz of machinery around them, the breaths of the people surrounding him, the beating of his own heart. He could feel more eyes on him, more attention being drawn. It was too much. He didn't even remember standing up. Maybe he didn’t stand up at all; maybe he went from sitting to running, all in one fell swoop, because one minute he was sitting in his seat at the table, and the next he found himself scrambling through the halls of the Megalodon.