He shakes his head, still looking at the floor.

‘Don’t.’

He’s not a lab rat. He doesn’t want to think about trauma. He can’t even process...there’s that noise, and the blood, and he knows what it was, but...it doesn’t matter. If he doesn’t think about it, it’ll go away. Isn’t this whole place proof of that?

Besides, ‘trauma’ is just a word. It doesn’t mean anything to him.