The touch on his shoulder made him jerk against the hand, struggling with the restraints to get away. There was a distant voice, a sort of reminder for him to not forget something, but it was all starting to slip away already. If he didn't get away, they would take everything, they'd make him do horrible things.

"No, please," he half slurred, half sobbed, his arm jolting out to knock away the contact.

A part of him was starting to wake up, though, just enough to try scrambling away.