As she begins to push the wheelchair again down the long, wet corridor, it's more than she can do to ignore the smell of blood. That heavy, almost melodic creaking pulls at her mind, struggles to pull her back to a time and place that's even darker and more daunting than this hellworld.
The 'don't know' makes her blood run cold, and all of a sudden everything around her is rendered far more terrifying by that thought. She swears there's even more blood dripping down the walls after he says it, though it could just be her imagination. Somehow it feels like the wheelchair doubles in weight.
"Don't what?" she asks him, rather gently. Though it's obvious that speaking takes a great amount of effort on his part, it sounded like something important and she doesn't want to end up not hearing whatever it is, in case this is their last few moments alive. She doesn't want to think that way, but Anne has never been an optimist. She's far too realistic.
After a pause, she lets on hand stray briefly to his hair even as she's continuing this long, painful walk. "I'll do what I can to keep you safe," she says in as comforting a tone as she can.
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The 'don't know' makes her blood run cold, and all of a sudden everything around her is rendered far more terrifying by that thought. She swears there's even more blood dripping down the walls after he says it, though it could just be her imagination. Somehow it feels like the wheelchair doubles in weight.
"Don't what?" she asks him, rather gently. Though it's obvious that speaking takes a great amount of effort on his part, it sounded like something important and she doesn't want to end up not hearing whatever it is, in case this is their last few moments alive. She doesn't want to think that way, but Anne has never been an optimist. She's far too realistic.
After a pause, she lets on hand stray briefly to his hair even as she's continuing this long, painful walk. "I'll do what I can to keep you safe," she says in as comforting a tone as she can.