Re: quicklog: gwen/jason on the shore
[Christ jesus, she was breathing. She was breathing, and that was all he fucking cared about. He moved off her so she could flip over and hack the bay out onto the cement. He kept a hand on her back while she choked and spat it out, raking her sodden hair back from her face. It didn't make a difference, considering she was already soaked to the skin. Once upon a time, though, he'd done it for someone else when they were shaking and vomiting, when he was much too young to be saddled with responsibility for someone else's well-being. Now it was more a reflex, years in the making.
He kept a hand on her back to let her know somebody was there, that she wasn't dead, that she was going to be okay. When she went flat on the cement, something loosened in his spine. She as wheezing, which meant she was going to be okay.
He was going to get her to a hospital, but not right now. Right now, they could sit here for a minute. Let her breathe. He wanted to say something cutting about almost getting killed again, but he bit it back, clenching his teeth. For once, he could recognize that for what it was. Like holding her sodden hair back, it was a reflex, and not much more.]
You're okay. [Quietly, while she heaved, then while she tried to catch her breath.] You're okay.