It rips through her chest, through her heart, like it's made of tissue paper, stealing her breath and for one blinding second all she can even do is hear the question in her head: when was the last time anyone had called her Sara? Five years ago? Six? Before the choice. Before her new name. Her whole new life.
Sara. You found me.
That voice she'd never forgotten jamming itself between her ears, into the entire space inside her rib cage. Warm, and familiar, and somehow ... not. Something was different. Something hard and rough rasping through it, left by his time in the sea likely, and from all of this pain and agony.
Sara. You found me.
"I di--you--" Her voice seemed to have come back, but not with an ability for the right order of thoughts turning into words as her mind scrambled in search of order. Her mind turning then to what it always did then. Focus, καναρίνι. Find the greatest need. Start there. The greatest need. The greatest need. He was wounded and bleeding out. He needed to be treated. Needed to be saved. She needed to make it to her things, and back here.
Without anyone seeing him, and without anyone becoming suspicious of what she was doing, where or why.
Which meant most of all, "We have to move you. You're not going to like this." If he managed to stay conscious at all, losing so much blood.
no subject
Sara.
It rips through her chest, through her heart, like it's made of tissue paper, stealing her breath and for one blinding second all she can even do is hear the question in her head: when was the last time anyone had called her Sara? Five years ago? Six? Before the choice. Before her new name. Her whole new life.
Sara. You found me.
That voice she'd never forgotten jamming itself between her ears, into the entire space inside her rib cage. Warm, and familiar, and somehow ... not. Something was different. Something hard and rough rasping through it, left by his time in the sea likely, and from all of this pain and agony.
Sara. You found me.
"I di--you--" Her voice seemed to have come back, but not with an ability for the right order of thoughts turning into words as her mind scrambled in search of order. Her mind turning then to what it always did then. Focus, καναρίνι. Find the greatest need. Start there. The greatest need. The greatest need. He was wounded and bleeding out. He needed to be treated. Needed to be saved. She needed to make it to her things, and back here.
Without anyone seeing him, and without anyone becoming suspicious of what she was doing, where or why.
Which meant most of all, "We have to move you. You're not going to like this."
If he managed to stay conscious at all, losing so much blood.