[ Jesus Christ, she doesn't look good, and a look of dismay crosses his face.
(It's so painfully familiar, that glassy-eyed look, that strange resolution to pretend that everything is just fine, Peter, just fine.)
He swallows thickly, turning toward the sink in the corner. He wets a towel with cold water, fills a glass, and brings both over to her, kneeling in front of her. ]
Not long.
[ A pause, and he tries for reassurance, ]
By the time we get there, you'll probably be recovered, huh?
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(It's so painfully familiar, that glassy-eyed look, that strange resolution to pretend that everything is just fine, Peter, just fine.)
He swallows thickly, turning toward the sink in the corner. He wets a towel with cold water, fills a glass, and brings both over to her, kneeling in front of her. ]
Not long.
[ A pause, and he tries for reassurance, ]
By the time we get there, you'll probably be recovered, huh?