“I’m so… confused… Christ, I don’t know if I’m coming or going. I’m losing it, Granger, and I’m going to slip up and I don’t want to die… oh, fuck me, I don’t… I don’t want to fucking die.” He was almost crying now, his voice cracking on the last word.
She felt her heart very nearly breaking with it. She didn’t want him to die either. Oh God, please no. He was fighting so hard, but he was being dragged under just the same and she was the only person who could throw out a line, the only one who could possibly, just maybe, pull him back from the precipice, from the bottomless pit of furious despair that threatened to engulf and consume him.
It all came down to her. And she was going to go the distance. She was going to do whatever it took. She had to. That was simply who she was. [x]