Darcy could tell something wasn't right. In her dreams he was always either happy or dead, never just hurt, or upset. Unless this was a whole new hell her brain had come up with.
She shifted Jacob to hold him with one arm and started toward Bruce. The distance between them wasn't much but it felt like she'd run a mile before she was really close enough to see him.
“Bruce.” She said again, more intentional this time, though her hand still hesitated slightly when she reached to put it on his cheek. Part of her still expected him to disappear when she tried to touch him, instead of making contact.