Steady.
Familiar.
I focus on that.
Because that’s what I’ve got.
That’s what’s keeping me here.
My chest rises.
Easier this time.
Still hurts.
But not as bad.
Good sign.
Probably.
My hand—
There’s something there.
Warm.
Still there.
Hasn’t moved.
Didn’t leave.
That matters.
Don’t know why.
Don’t question it.
Just hold on.
My fingers tighten slightly.
Feels like pushing through concrete.
But I manage it.
Barely.
There’s a pause.
Then—
A shift.
Her.
Again.
