petite hands have been stroking his hair , careful , soothing . it was hard work carrying him through the mines , he’s twice her size and completely deadweight as culebra venom begins to do its job . he’s been healing for an hour , now , and she’s covered him with an old , rotting blanket to keep him as warm as possible . his head pillowed on her lap , kate tries her best to make him comfortable . his eyelids flutter , her palms press to his cheeks . ❝ michael ? ❞ she didn’t taste much of his blood , just enough to glean the most basic information . his name . his age . his fear . ❝ michael , are you awake ? ❞ / @threefingrs
