( slowly, far too slowly, the racing of her heart begins to slow back into an almost normal pace. almost normal because absolutely nothing about this is normal. but neither was that dream, or the things she's been seeing for the last week. nightmares that don't go away when she wakes up. )
You don't have to ( a hard swallow against the dryness of her throat. ) You don't have to do it yourself. The blood thing, I mean.
( the corners of her mouth curl up into a weak smile, one that disappears just as quickly as it forms. ) I can help.
for steve.
( slowly, far too slowly, the racing of her heart begins to slow back into an almost normal pace. almost normal because absolutely nothing about this is normal. but neither was that dream, or the things she's been seeing for the last week. nightmares that don't go away when she wakes up. )
You don't have to ( a hard swallow against the dryness of her throat. ) You don't have to do it yourself. The blood thing, I mean.
( the corners of her mouth curl up into a weak smile, one that disappears just as quickly as it forms. ) I can help.