"Oh, God," she muttered, looking up for a moment before putting her hand on his shoulder. "Gabe, can you sit up?"
He slowly propped himself up on his good arm before taking her hand carefully . "Please? I'll be able to make it."
She seemed confused, looking down at him. "Gabe, of course I'm not going to leave you," she said flatly. "Come on. Let me help you."
Gabe reached up, his hand brushing her hair back. He was quiet for a moment before looking rather nervous and a bit shy. "Petra, please?"
She seemed incredibly confused, looking down at him with furrowed brows. "What are you doing? You're being silly, Gabe. You wouldn't leave me and you know it. Come on."
"You're my best friend, and I'm not leaving you, and the more you argue about it, the more danger you put us in. Come on. How can I help you up?"