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“Guess you could say that.” Her hand moves to the bullet-wound, since healed. Her shirt’s in the way, but she can almost feel the scar, fingers brushing against where she knows it is. There’s something almost painful in looking at his expression. Seeing that concern, the fear in his eyes...

“Same for you? Same for anyone. God, Psi, there’s so many times I could’ve died before I even met you. So many ways I could be dead. I get it’s risky, I know, I know. But I just... 

@augmentxd | v: you are pretty for a hacker | continued from here

Ze’ev only had the merest inkling what Open Sky was, what they did to Psi. It had to do with the implants, the ‘upgrades’ that Psi hadn’t even wanted, a life similar to Ze’ev’s but without the veneer of honour that Ze’ev’s had.

They knew it terrified Psi.

Psi is already in the middle of shucking off his jacket and jumper, trying to swallow back his own rising panic for Clara’s benefit. Won’t do to lose his head, not when she needs him.

She can’t die. Not now. Not here, not like this.

Now clad only in his t-shirt, he wads up his jumper and moves Clara’s hand out of the way so he can hold it over the spreading patch of crimson on her torso.

“Got to stop the bleeding first– hold that down, don’t let go, that’s it…” He’s seen his fair share of blood and bone, but by no means is he a medic– and with Clara slipping away before his eyes, he’s never felt more out of his depth. “I– I can call it in to UNIT, they could send a team, or– or an ambulance? They’ll know what to do…”

SHE NODS,  head rocking several times a second. Clara bites down on her lip, a weak scream surviving. She holds the jumper down, though her body hates it. It hurts and it takes too much strength to fight off her instinct to tear it away.  ❝  Not the first time for them that someone’s been hurt on the job,  ❞  she agrees. UNIT will help. She’s too valuable for them not to. And if they don’t, well Psi---  they could always wipe his memory if they don’t want to deal with his reaction, she supposed.  Don’t think like that either,  she hears him say.

With her other hand, she grips at his free arm - the one  not  calling for help. She didn’t want him to see this if it  was  as bad as it felt. Clara has seen too many people die, and being with them while it happens is of no comfort for you in the months that follow. It haunts you, every where you look you see faces turning a pale purple with dead eyes.

/chinhands no u haven’t, tell us more

Found families! Families that are found! People that are not related getting super attached and being all a thing and protecting each other and helping each other heal and grow and having all this love for someone they didn’t used to know but now they do and they can’t let anything bad happened to them!! People who used to be strangers becoming not-strangers and getting all attached and affectionate and teasing each other and learning things about themselves and each other and getting to the point where it’s unthinkable that they ever didn’t know each other! Love! and character development! and friendship! and family!