Her world had crumbled and burned, but Will was holding her hand.
The moment he touched her, she burst into tears, the sound oddly muffled by the oxygen mask on her face. "I love you," she sobbed, because that was important. "Is Ella okay?" she asked, because that was important too. Everything else she wanted to say could come after.
She was free. She was safe. She was allowed to speak and move. And Will was here.