“Hey, hey, hey,” I soothe. “I’m here. I’m right here, baby.” He shakes his head, rolling it along my forehead as his hands tremble against my cheek and against my pillow. “You aren’t allowed to leave me.” It sounds as if he’s swallowing shards of glass. “I swear to fucking God, River. And if you try to die on me again, I’m gonna find a way to bring you back to life just to kill you myself.”
