“You’re not going to die,” Sybil unconvincingly said in a shaky voice.
“Sybil, my love, put me down and come here so I can look at you,” Andrius firmly said as he gripped her hand that was on his shoulder.
She put one hand under his neck and one under his head as she shifted out from under him and moved back to his side so that they could see each other’s faces. Andrius held up his hand, and Sybil gripped it between both of hers.
Her throat closed from the sadness that was bubbling up in her chest and moving up towards her head. She felt dizzy, but she couldn’t tell if it was because of her injuries or Andrius’.
“I can fix it. You’re going to be alright,” she said as she nodded her head.
