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He kneeled beside her, looking worried. "I'm to get first aid. Hold tight."
She looked over at him. "What do you mean?"
He helped her along. There were a few close calls, but they made it away.
She sat down, leaning back. "I think you're good."
"I'm not," he said again, speaking sternly. "Can you walk?"
She grinned up at him. "That means a lot, coming from you."
"No," she said quickly, moving to help her up. "I'm not leaving you." Another shot missed.
"A few," she said, looking up at him. "I'm glad you came."
He stopped, panicking as he got to her side. "O! Ophelia, can you walk?"
"Yeah," she said, starting towards the beach.
He nodded, running along with her. Another shot fired, hitting her in the leg.
She observed him adoringly. "Where should we eat?"
He started to leave, looking worried. Once they were halfway there, a shot rang out, missing them.
She grinned. "Oh, wow."
His eyes widened, and he nodded. "C'mon. Let's go."
She looked around curiously. "What is it?"
He nodded, opening a door at the end of the hallway. It let outside. It was dark and windy.
She nodded. "This just feels better."
He glanced back at her gently before continuing, looking through the doors.
She grinned, reaching forward and taking his hand.
