Breath ejects. Pain flares. Black spots blur my vision. Dizzy, I barely realize I’m moving. I’m being hoisted in another pair of arms. I go limp, trying to blink away the throbbing in my temple. My skull is pounding, and I imagine these are his arms. They’re his arms. My pulse slows. He has me. I’m okay. He’s right here. He’s always with me. Donnelly.
Please tell me its really donnelly
