Hear Him
The rough terrain is taunting his already queasy stomach. Vomiting is not an option, but if it seems unavoidable he'll simply lower the window while the vehicle's still moving. He can't stop now. He knows where she is, finally. She's been located and he's going to her. Pride and arrogance have humbled him; he wanted to be the one who found her. He wanted to be her hero. His jaw clenches as he hopes she will never know those thoughts. That she will never hear of his ego, his common immature ego.
He needs to go faster, get to her instantly, but he knows he's pushing it as it is. He realizes that with the laws of physics he's lucky to still be on the road at all. He wants an update of her status. He needs to know if she's still with him, if her heart is still beating, beating for him as she said it did. The others now all know of their… bond, but his current fear is the great probability of losing control over the radio. That much weakness for all to hear, possibly including her— she can't hear that flaw.
The thought of losing her has occupied his mind non-stop and terrified him more than he thought possible. Enjoying being with Sara had come easy once he had given himself that option. He was even shocked at his ability to get used to her companionship. But until she was gone, until she was taken because a stranger said he loved her—the flashing lights play out their rhythm on the helicopter in front of him. Dust flies through the air intent on striking everything in its path. They're loading her onto the whirling beast before him. His heart feels squeezed in his chest. He stands firm clenching his jaw and hands as he allows that pain to register in his brain. He knows the stranger was right, he loves Sara and he hopes she will be able to hear him.