I cant - feel my - l-leg (detective-noir)
“Don’t– don’t look at it, alright Petey…?” Cider was attempting to keep her voice level, but it was hard work to do. God, she didn’t wanna look at it – legs weren’t supposed to bend that way and it made her sick to her stomach at a glance. She swallowed thickly, and instead focused on keeping Peter calm.
“I– I don’t wanna move you, but there’s help on the way – professional, medical help – I-I’m gonna be here, Peter. Just…just focus on me, don’t focus on that.” Her voice shook as she took his hand and held it tight, that warm tingle passing even through her gloves as she held it.
“It’s gonna be alright…just…just breathe, and focus on me…”