Hi, I'm Nicola. I'm new to fanfiction so be gentle, but by all means offer any constructive criticism you have.
I've rated this story T for the moment, there will be parts later that will require an M rating, but I'll not change the rating until that point.
Thanks
She slumped to the floor, back pressed up against the wall, legs curled up in front of her. She felt sure she would have lain flat out had there been the room, sunk right through the floor. She stared across at where he lay, head lolled to one side, one arm fallen from the seat, knuckles grazing the floor, palm open toward her. He looked so peaceful, mouth slightly open, lips startling red against his pale skin.
Silent tears streamed down her cheeks, salty on her lips, dripping from her chin and pooling on her lap. She made no move to wipe her eyes. She couldn't cry properly, sob loudly, though God knows she felt like doing so. It was as if every ounce of energy had gone from her body, not just physically tired, but mentally exhausted.
She couldn't do this without him. The fierce determination to survive that had kept her strong all this time, kept her moving when there was nowhere to go, fighting when there was nothing to fight for, had now deserted her. She'd let her guard down, ignored the screaming protests from every rational bone in her body and opened her heart. And there was no going back.
'How's he doing?' came a tentative voice from behind her.
Selena looked up. Out of the back window of the cab rolling fields of gold and green spread away from themas they sped along the meandering hillside roads. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and turned around to look at Hannah, whose gaze was fixed on the road in front of them, both hands tightly gripping the steering wheel.
'He's ok.'
Turning back around, she crawled forwards and knelt next to him. She took his open hand with hers and with her other she reached out and touched his cheek. Her thumb brushed across his lips and his soft breath warmed her skin.
'Be ok Jim,' she whispered. 'Please be ok.'