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He covered his mouth, unsure of how to react. Of course he was fearful, and needed to know if she'd be alright, but he would just be in the way,...
He jumped up, his awareness coming back as he saw it. He followed in pursuit, ignoring any doctors or medics.
He continued. He wanted this whole ordeal to be a dream, and he would wake up right next to her as he usually does. He didn't say anything else,...
He froze, deep concern appearing on his face. "Is she okay? How bad is she hurt?" His tone grew anxious, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh, alright," he said slowly. "Is Miss Abernathy okay?"
He stepped out, taking in the air. He looked around, remaining silent.
Francis watched as it grew farther away, before sitting straight, looking at the ground. He was still worried.
He followed. If this was another test, then he could handle, but if not... Thank God. "I forget.. How long has it been since they took us?"
He moved over hurriedly, half thinking it was another test. "Did you get Miss Abernathy?"
His eyes widened at the sight, and he smiled slightly. "Yes. Yes, it's me."
He walked through, sighing unhappily as he crossed his arms. What if they did die in there? He shook away the thought.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the cheek that didn't have the cut on it. "I love you."
"We won't. I promise I will get you out of here," he said softly. "I swear on my life."
Francis stepped in, and despite the circumstances, still smiled when he saw her, though this time his words were hesitant. "I... I don't know how...
He sat against the wall, the visions playing back in his mind as he shuddered. He cursed loudly, and it took awhile before he got back to sleep.
"I'll kill you one day," he said lowly to the guard, compliantly moving back to the cell. "I'll watch it all burn."
At the sight of her being alive, he smiled weakly. "Oh, God. I thought I lost you. I thought I..." His voice faltered, and he just took her...
Francis took deep breaths, looking at his hands, which were wet due to the tears that were still on his face. He wiped them away, more shocked...
He flailed, trying to wipe away the spiders, hitting his head on the ceiling in the process. "*squee!* off! Get away!"
He swiped at whatever was on the back of his neck, breathing heavily as he covered his eyes, not wanting to see what he had hit.
