Saturday flicks back over from rousing Guts and the doc.
"Doc's en route. I'm almost there. Just keep the blood inside them and the air going in and out. You got this. Do you know CPR?"
She's taken a wrong turn somewhere; she's facing south now, not west, she can tell by the direction of the pipes in the ceiling. Motherfuck, she doesn't tell Adora, and re-routes. She can almost sense Adora now, at the edges of her magic sonar range. They're not far apart in absolute terms - just the rig doesn't make any damn sense and she's almost sure the walls shift sometimes.
"I'm coming," she says again, voice full of certainty she doesn't feel. "It's gonna be okay."
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"Doc's en route. I'm almost there. Just keep the blood inside them and the air going in and out. You got this. Do you know CPR?"
She's taken a wrong turn somewhere; she's facing south now, not west, she can tell by the direction of the pipes in the ceiling. Motherfuck, she doesn't tell Adora, and re-routes. She can almost sense Adora now, at the edges of her magic sonar range. They're not far apart in absolute terms - just the rig doesn't make any damn sense and she's almost sure the walls shift sometimes.
"I'm coming," she says again, voice full of certainty she doesn't feel. "It's gonna be okay."