As soon as he implied he was on his way she hung up and dropped her phone into the pocket of her sweatshirt. With the shelter still behind her, holding her up she leaned forward to better catch her breath, propping her upper body up by putting her hands just above her knees. In less than a minute Steve was there and her grip on her legs shifted to his upper arms as he held her up by her elbows. If she had known that part of the concern she saw on his face and in his eyes was that she would accidentally phase, she would have told him the truth - that she couldn't have phased even if she wanted or needed to.
Was she hurt? Not technically. She shook her head in answer to his question, her head falling forward a bit so her gaze shifted downward. Seeing his socked feet anchored her nearly as much as his arms and made her smile a little. There was a 20% chance he'd run out of his apartment without shoes to save time; an 80% chance he'd looked for his shoes but couldn't find them. It was the most adorable foible she'd learned about him so far. She coughed a couple more times but was able to stop it from becoming a full-on hacking fit.
"I'm just tired," she croaked, cringing at the way her voice sounded. Way to understate the all-encompassing exhaustion that was making it harder to stay upright with each passing second. But was she too proud to ask him to carry her? She wouldn't have thought so, yet she couldn't quite get the words out. She feared disappointing him. She'd told him she was invulnerable, that he didn't have to worry about her. Her selective memory had failed to remind her that she could still hurt herself.
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Date: 2022-09-23 07:45 pm (UTC)Was she hurt? Not technically. She shook her head in answer to his question, her head falling forward a bit so her gaze shifted downward. Seeing his socked feet anchored her nearly as much as his arms and made her smile a little. There was a 20% chance he'd run out of his apartment without shoes to save time; an 80% chance he'd looked for his shoes but couldn't find them. It was the most adorable foible she'd learned about him so far. She coughed a couple more times but was able to stop it from becoming a full-on hacking fit.
"I'm just tired," she croaked, cringing at the way her voice sounded. Way to understate the all-encompassing exhaustion that was making it harder to stay upright with each passing second. But was she too proud to ask him to carry her? She wouldn't have thought so, yet she couldn't quite get the words out. She feared disappointing him. She'd told him she was invulnerable, that he didn't have to worry about her. Her selective memory had failed to remind her that she could still hurt herself.
"I don't think I can walk any more."