It might’ve been a breath of relief to be out of the atrium if Sarah felt she could breathe at all, her lungs feeling tight from the floo travel and the way they’d fallen out into the hospital lobby, abruptly and uncomfortably. Her ankle was throbbing from where the tentacled thing had wrapped around it earlier, but her attention was caught on Asha, and how much worse he looked.
And he hadn’t made a sound. She extricated herself just enough to press a hand briefly to his face in some gesture of meaningless comfort. “We’re here,” she assured him, “you’re going to be fine, Asha. I promise. I’m - I’m going to get you some help.” They ought to wait their turn, probably, but she was too anxious to sit about and do nothing, not when she could see that he was in terrible pain, however well he was pretending otherwise.
And he hadn’t made a sound. She extricated herself just enough to press a hand briefly to his face in some gesture of meaningless comfort. “We’re here,” she assured him, “you’re going to be fine, Asha. I promise. I’m - I’m going to get you some help.” They ought to wait their turn, probably, but she was too anxious to sit about and do nothing, not when she could see that he was in terrible pain, however well he was pretending otherwise.
