>>5983990>>5984040>>5984042>>5984085 (Thanks for the tie breaker, anon)"Don't go alone, don't forget about HER, she's just as committed to this as you are."
"Don't need any help." He answers, his voice cold and hard as stone.
"It's not about help. Don't forget you aren't the only one who lost something dear to that White Whale."
The other line sits in silence.
"You know it's true, sir." You add, hoping to tip the scale just so slightly. It pays off.
"I have her number. I'll send a text. But I'm not waiting." His tone is short and direct, his mind focused to a razor edge on what's to come. You take the victory for what it is.
"Good luck, sir."
There's no reply, the silence lasts so long you worry you may have lost the call, just as you go to check his voice comes through clear.
"Thank ya, son. I owe you."
The call closes and you stare at the phone a few moments before setting and closing your eyes. That wave of head pain threatening to surge again. You breathe and focus as best you can, the combination of drugs, head trauma, and Shivers has your mind in a Tug of War with the wind on all sides. But you aren't done yet, Grey is still out in this mess somewhere. You allow your eyes to flutter open but you keep their focus loose, the ambulance interior becomes a water-color canvas of whites, red's and blue. You hear some sharp beeping but it too fades into the smeared and muffled reality you find yourself staring into. The distortion of everything physical only hones your mental state and it becomes apparent to you. Literally. Before you stretches a small tube of rushing color. You stretch out to touch it and see your arm and hand in perfect clarity against the background, a warmth spreads over your shoulder as you extend a single finger to touch it.
