and then he has the fucking nerve to collapse, right there at the entrance of the infirmary, at least ten feet away from the nearest empty bed like her 5'6" frame can somehow carry all 6'2" of his ass. nevermind she's somehow managed it before, like those stories you hear of mothers lifting cars to save their children; nevermind she'd do it again and again and again, any time she has to, because it's him and he's hers and she'll always be there to pick him back up even when the fury bubbling up inside her could be enough to blot out the sun.
to be clear, she isn't mad at him.
to be even clearer, that might not necessarily spare him from said fury anyway. ]
Maldito.
[ it's the kind of shout you can hear throughout the entire station, even though she never actually raises her voice any higher than normal. what had she been doing prior to hearing him call for her? she can no longer remember, because all that matters now is getting to his side, putting a hand to his cheek, feeling that he's real. even the blood beginning to pool where he's fallen, soaking into the knees of her pants, are a strange sort of comfort; the warmth from the blood a detail a dream or hallucination surely wouldn't catch, which means this is real. he's here. he's back. ]
Tak. It's okay — I got you.
[ now all she has to do is make sure he doesn't die on her. ]
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and then he has the fucking nerve to collapse, right there at the entrance of the infirmary, at least ten feet away from the nearest empty bed like her 5'6" frame can somehow carry all 6'2" of his ass. nevermind she's somehow managed it before, like those stories you hear of mothers lifting cars to save their children; nevermind she'd do it again and again and again, any time she has to, because it's him and he's hers and she'll always be there to pick him back up even when the fury bubbling up inside her could be enough to blot out the sun.
to be clear, she isn't mad at him.
to be even clearer, that might not necessarily spare him from said fury anyway. ]
Maldito.
[ it's the kind of shout you can hear throughout the entire station, even though she never actually raises her voice any higher than normal. what had she been doing prior to hearing him call for her? she can no longer remember, because all that matters now is getting to his side, putting a hand to his cheek, feeling that he's real. even the blood beginning to pool where he's fallen, soaking into the knees of her pants, are a strange sort of comfort; the warmth from the blood a detail a dream or hallucination surely wouldn't catch, which means this is real. he's here. he's back. ]
Tak. It's okay — I got you.
[ now all she has to do is make sure he doesn't die on her. ]