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It fell with a horrible spiraling screech, and in that second, every single nightmare came true. Zane, burnt, bloody, scarred, bruised. Zane, unmoving, not –
"Breathe Zane, please-"
And General Mansfield was watching, disapproving and confused, but she didn't care –
"No, no, please be okay, please be okay-"
Those lethal worst-case scenarios always had always panicked her, and the only way to stop that hyperactive beatbeatbeat of her heart was the real Zane, solid and warm and huggable. As she gazed at him through the bars, alive but still untouchable, she realized that nothing she'd imagined could hurt quite like this.
4.04 - The Story of O2
