My eyelids feel impossible to keep open..so I slowly drift them close.
"No."
His arms tighten around me.
"No, stay with me please."
"I'm tired."
The words barely come out.
"I know."
He swallows hard
"I know, sweetheart."
Then before anyone can stop him….. Zane carefully slides one arm beneath my knees, the other around my back and lifts me, lik I weigh absolutely nothing.
His grip is impossibly gentle, like he's afraid I'll break.
"It's okay."
He starts walking fast.
"It's okay."
I rest my head against his chest, listening to the frantic beat of his heart.
"It's okay."
He keeps repeating it, over and over again.
Maybe for me, maybe for himself.
"It's okay my little spitfire."
And as he carries me through the darkness toward help…Those are the last words I hear before I go off.
