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No.
No, no, no—
“You don’t get to do this,” I say, sharper now, grabbing his face, forcing his eyes open.
“You don’t get to fall apart on me out here.”
His gaze finds mine.
Flickers.
Still there.
Still fighting.
“…not falling apart,” he mutters.
“You arebleeding out,” I snap.
Jase
Everything feels…distant.
Muted.
Like the world’s pulled a few steps away from me.
Not ideal.
Definitely not ideal.
But she’s still here.
That’s what matters.
I force my eyes to focus on her.
Mila.
Sharp.
Fierce.
Terrified—
No.
Not terrified.
Determined.
Yeah.
That’s better.
“You need to move,” I tell her.
“Not happening.”
