Nick gives Rey a soft, but worried smile, his brow knitting together as he holds her with one arm, letting her rest against him. "Hold on," he says. "I'm getting help. You're gonna be okay, so just stay with me."
Setting her hand atop one of her wounds as though it'd help stanch the bloodflow -- it is too far gone for that - he reaches into his pocket, and shockingly does find his phone there, despite this being not much more than the figment of a fractured mind. He doesn't remember who Maketh called; he knows Rey said she got help from someone, but can't remember a name to save his life (or hers) at the moment. It's just a memory, but it feels as though he's really there in that moment, able to make a difference. Maybe it's just real enough for both of them. He has to try.
So he presses his fingers to his phone as though he's messaging someone, then sets it aside and turns his attention back to her, hoping it's enough to fill in the gaps in her mind.
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Setting her hand atop one of her wounds as though it'd help stanch the bloodflow -- it is too far gone for that - he reaches into his pocket, and shockingly does find his phone there, despite this being not much more than the figment of a fractured mind. He doesn't remember who Maketh called; he knows Rey said she got help from someone, but can't remember a name to save his life (or hers) at the moment. It's just a memory, but it feels as though he's really there in that moment, able to make a difference. Maybe it's just real enough for both of them. He has to try.
So he presses his fingers to his phone as though he's messaging someone, then sets it aside and turns his attention back to her, hoping it's enough to fill in the gaps in her mind.
"Talk to me. Don't leave me here."