Sparky, wake up. Look at me.
The words stick in Meri's throat as she tears the blockade away from Sparky's hiding place. The falmer blood is still slick on her skin, only beginning to turn tacky at the edges.
You can’t l͕̙͕͕̬̖e̳͈͕̳͎͓av͕̰͕͖̱̱e̴ me. Don’t you dare l̡͇̒ë̬̈́ă͓͉̹̽̂ͩ͌͊ͨv̛͌͆̇͌͐e͉ͫͬ̐̂͐̚ me!
She can't make him wake up. She can't force him to be okay, but she wants to. She fumbles through her pouches for a healing potion, fixated on the subtle rise and fall of his chest.
please. i can keep you safe, i promise, just don't l̠̯̗̯͙͆ͯ̓́é̳̲̬͔̓ͅă̹̜͞͝v͈̥͖̼̗̺̎͗͒͛̽̆͘͡ẻ̸̢̬͍͈̘ͦͬ͋͋ͤ me.