she couldn't remember deciding to leave or getting into her car , only the feeling of her heart pounding so hard against her chest it bordered on pain , and the way her hands shook as she pushed the doors to chamber 13 open . but there he was ⎯⎯⎯ alive . breathing . whole . “ you're — , ” her voice cracked and she swallowed harshly , shaking her head as if that might steady her , “ you're okay . ” it sounded like a question , like she didn't fully believe in the sight of him , and she couldn't stop her eyes from scanning him anyway ; searching for blood that wasn't there , wounds that didn't exist . “ but i — , ” a breath escaped her , shaky and unsteady , “ i thought — ” the words kept tangling together , falling apart and spilling over each other . “ emre said — he was talking about someone and i thought he — ” her uncle's words still echoed in her ears ⎯⎯⎯ caught in the crossfire .. wrong place , wrong time .. didn't pull through . “ you didn't pick up so i — .. i thought you were hurt . ” / @smalldth .