[ elena is there to catch him as he doubles forward. her free arm brings him to her, urging his head to rest against her shoulder. her other hand is already moving to press palm against the space where his shoulder and his arm connect. she thinks of tissue, and nerve, and blood. she thinks of how determined she is to never, ever lose anyone else, certainly not the people in this room. certainly not him. he's breathing heavy, and so is she, a bit.
the more intense the injury, the more intense the healing bond. for a split second, she feels his breath in her lungs. she closes her eyes, nudging everything back into place in her mind's eye, and willing it to be so on the outside. it hurts until it doesn't, like the rain that comes after an endless bout of desert heat. ]
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the more intense the injury, the more intense the healing bond. for a split second, she feels his breath in her lungs. she closes her eyes, nudging everything back into place in her mind's eye, and willing it to be so on the outside. it hurts until it doesn't, like the rain that comes after an endless bout of desert heat. ]
Is that better?