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chrissy cunningham ([personal profile] cheerleader) wrote in [community profile] beyondtheline 2023-05-30 04:18 am (UTC)

[Hearing his voice is enough to spare her any panic. The nausea that was building doesn't subside completely, but quells enough that she can stop trying to get up on her feet. She's dizzy and her ears are ringing, and she just needs another minute before she tries moving again.]

I'm alive!

[And beyond that she has no idea if she's okay yet. Her ribs and her shoulder are killing her, and so is her head. But she's definitely been through worse with those monsters. She can get through that, and she'll get through this too. Gritting her teeth, she moves to stand up and starts hobbling her way toward the sound of his voice.

He isn't hard to find, thankfully, and she feels a sudden burst of joy at the fact they've both been spit out of the storm in the same time and place. They're both bruised and are bleeding from the head, but things could be so much worse. Her laughter cracks away with emotion as she stumbles her way forward to him. At first, she can only get down on her knees so she can lean in and hug him.
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That was one hell of a storm. Are you hurt?

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