River stared between the two -- now three Spartans, jaw slack and eyes shockingly wide. She didn't even run to York's side moving slow and dream-like. None of this encounter had seemed real; the girl kept expecting to wake up. But not matter how many time she blinked and clenched her fists, the reality of it remained.
She fell to her knees beside his head, holding out her hands like she wanted to touch him, but was afraid to. What if he was damaged? What if...? River swallowed hard and withdrew her trembling fingers, looking up at Church and Tex with an expression the cross between shock and unforgiveness.