[Between the thunderous roaring of blood against his eardrums and his own shallow panting so loud in his ears, he barely hears his own voice let alone hers. He hyperfocuses on the feeling of her hand over his shoulder, willing himself to be more keenly alert and aware than his deteriorating condition permit.
Left foot, right foot. It helps to try to keep in rhythm.]
I’ll let you off at the door. [His voice is huskier and quieter than before.] And when I do, you can... go on ahead. I'll be right behind you.
welp, edited stuff because I misread something, ff
Left foot, right foot. It helps to try to keep in rhythm.]
I’ll let you off at the door. [His voice is huskier and quieter than before.] And when I do, you can... go on ahead. I'll be right behind you.