Barely there.
“You remember what you said back there?”
No answer.
I keep talking anyway.
“You said you knew I’d come for you.”
Her lips move weakly.
“…always…”
The word hits like a knife straight through my ribs.
Always.
Yeah.
Always.
My hand tightens around hers.
“Then you know this too,” I whisper roughly. “I’m not losing you. Not tonight.”
Her breathing catches unevenly.
Just enough to keep me breathing too.
“Stay with me.”
The vehicle suddenly slows hard.
Brakes scream.
“We’re here!” Miles shouts.
The back doors burst open instantly.
Cold night air floods inside alongside bright lights and shouting voices.
“Bring her out!”
Hands reach in.
I don’t move.
“Easy,” one medic says sharply. “We’ve got her.”
“I’ve got her.”
The words come out low enough to sound dangerous.
“Then move with us.”
Fine.
But I’m not letting go.
