[ His fingers sink into her neck and he times the rhythm of her pulse with the tick of his watch, suddenly so loud and clear to his ears.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Slowly it falls out of synch, hear pulse slower and softer and weaker.
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Worry is all over his face as he pales, his mind franticly races. He wants to desperately let go, his fingers tremble, his throat closest up. What if he's not strong enough for this? His eyes water and burn but he doesn't dare blink, doesn't dare look away from Melissa's paling eyes.
He can't bear the idea he's hurting her with hands that he'd much rather use to help, to heal, to fix... he can only think of, in moments likes this, how terrifyingly skilled he is at using them for destruction as well.
His gaze flares and grip tightens in frustration and resentment briefly but she taps him. He lets go immediately. He gasps for air, remembering how to breathe as he'd been subconsciously holding his own breath out of sympathy for the last few seconds. His hands fumble for a moment; he wants to pull her into a hug, caress her neck, apologize profusely but he can barely get a whimper past his lips.
He eventually settles on clasping his fingers around her wrist and palm and kneels beside her, dipping his head into her shoulder. ]
Melissa? [ She's still alive, Melissa is nothing if not tenacious and stubborn and strong, but he wants to hear it. ] Melissa please say something. I was so scared. [ Whether it worked or not doesn't even seem to be on his mind—even though light trickles in slowly behind the through the cave wall. ]
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Tick. Tick. Tick.
Slowly it falls out of synch, hear pulse slower and softer and weaker.
Tick... Tick... Tick...
Worry is all over his face as he pales, his mind franticly races. He wants to desperately let go, his fingers tremble, his throat closest up. What if he's not strong enough for this? His eyes water and burn but he doesn't dare blink, doesn't dare look away from Melissa's paling eyes.
He can't bear the idea he's hurting her with hands that he'd much rather use to help, to heal, to fix... he can only think of, in moments likes this, how terrifyingly skilled he is at using them for destruction as well.
His gaze flares and grip tightens in frustration and resentment briefly but she taps him. He lets go immediately. He gasps for air, remembering how to breathe as he'd been subconsciously holding his own breath out of sympathy for the last few seconds. His hands fumble for a moment; he wants to pull her into a hug, caress her neck, apologize profusely but he can barely get a whimper past his lips.
He eventually settles on clasping his fingers around her wrist and palm and kneels beside her, dipping his head into her shoulder. ]
Melissa? [ She's still alive, Melissa is nothing if not tenacious and stubborn and strong, but he wants to hear it. ] Melissa please say something. I was so scared. [ Whether it worked or not doesn't even seem to be on his mind—even though light trickles in slowly behind the through the cave wall. ]