“I can figure this out. But if you’d given me time—I would’ve—” “I died months ago, Hel—” he said, his breathing forced. “No—you’re still alive—I’ll fix this if you just—” She tried to pull her hand free. “Stop,” he said more forcefully, pulling her close and making her look at him, at his gaunt, nearly skeletal face. “Listen to me. You have to get out of here before anyone realises. I’ll help you. I think I can last that long.
