Gabriel pov
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I struggled to take another breath. It was like I was breathing lead. My breaths were so damn heavy.
Thirty minutes.
Thirty fucking minutes. It was barely enough time to even make a meal. Let alone eat it.
I blinked for a moment. My mind had gone to a really weird place for some reason.
Eating? Cooking a meal?
Was I hungry?
In the middle of a battlefield.
I chuckled.
My hands rested over my knees, like I had run a marathon and considering well… I may as well have.
I felt my breath fall in ragged plans, my arms burned like I had just lifted thousands of pounds. Everything hurt. Not even my brain was spared from this experience.
There was some sort of light pounding. It both enhanced and hurt my focus.
And if I hadn't stressed this enough.
Thirty minutes.
