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"Your heart stopped." Clint told her. "When we were there in the lake, I could feel everything around me. The men in the airship, this rascal I dragged back-" Clint paused to chuckle at the nip he felt on his back, but his face dropped as soon as it has risen up. "-but, Tessa, I thought you were gone."
"Hey, hey!" Clint all but slapped his hand along the side of Tessa's face. Her skin was pale, ice cold and she was beginning to be unresponsive. "Tessa, you gotta wake up, you hear me?"
He wasn't about to lose anyone else, not while he could still do something about it. Clint pulled her close to his chest, eager to get her warm again despite the grim fact of the situation. Tessa was dying.
Clint shot out of the cradle and into the ship once they were close enough and the pup jumped away. He wanted to be on solid earth, even if that meant fabricated boards of a Republic based airship. The pup didn't know the difference. Solid wood was solid enough.
"Don't fall asleep." Clint ordered her. He pulled his jacket away and wrapped it around her chest. Keep the vitals warm. "Somebody get me a goddamn medic, now!"
Clint held his hand flat against her chest, being careful not to be too obtrusive with the spread of his fingers so near to her breasts. His reach went into her vitals until it picked up the subtle blush on her cheeks, her heart beat in a steady flow at his touch. The hand on her chest stayed put, anxiously feeling for each steady beat. Thump, she was alive, thump, Tessa lived and breathed just like any other man, thump, she'd been so close to dying. With each pump and push of the muscles in her very core, Clint could breathe a sigh of relief again. Blood and tissue amounted to little if they weren't in a proper, functioning system, where lungs, a heart, and all other things were necessary components for human life. She'd been a drop away from being a corpse.
"Your heart..." He repeated. "...stopped."
Clint leaned forward and placed his head on her shoulder. Never did he attempt to remove the hand placed on her chest, for each second she breathed, he wanted to know that she was still with him. Fear ate him alive when she'd nearly died, and now it continued to gnaw even when he knew she was alive and well just before him. Is there no end to this worry? Tessa is alive, right here, breathing. Clint thought.
"It seems even death knows about our little arrangement." Clint sighed into the crook of her neck. "That I can't be rid of you just yet."
"Hey, hey!" Clint all but slapped his hand along the side of Tessa's face. Her skin was pale, ice cold and she was beginning to be unresponsive. "Tessa, you gotta wake up, you hear me?"
He wasn't about to lose anyone else, not while he could still do something about it. Clint pulled her close to his chest, eager to get her warm again despite the grim fact of the situation. Tessa was dying.
Clint shot out of the cradle and into the ship once they were close enough and the pup jumped away. He wanted to be on solid earth, even if that meant fabricated boards of a Republic based airship. The pup didn't know the difference. Solid wood was solid enough.
"Don't fall asleep." Clint ordered her. He pulled his jacket away and wrapped it around her chest. Keep the vitals warm. "Somebody get me a goddamn medic, now!"
Clint held his hand flat against her chest, being careful not to be too obtrusive with the spread of his fingers so near to her breasts. His reach went into her vitals until it picked up the subtle blush on her cheeks, her heart beat in a steady flow at his touch. The hand on her chest stayed put, anxiously feeling for each steady beat. Thump, she was alive, thump, Tessa lived and breathed just like any other man, thump, she'd been so close to dying. With each pump and push of the muscles in her very core, Clint could breathe a sigh of relief again. Blood and tissue amounted to little if they weren't in a proper, functioning system, where lungs, a heart, and all other things were necessary components for human life. She'd been a drop away from being a corpse.
"Your heart..." He repeated. "...stopped."
Clint leaned forward and placed his head on her shoulder. Never did he attempt to remove the hand placed on her chest, for each second she breathed, he wanted to know that she was still with him. Fear ate him alive when she'd nearly died, and now it continued to gnaw even when he knew she was alive and well just before him. Is there no end to this worry? Tessa is alive, right here, breathing. Clint thought.
"It seems even death knows about our little arrangement." Clint sighed into the crook of her neck. "That I can't be rid of you just yet."