[Oh no, is he dying? Had he finally made a terrible cooking error? Left the stove on? Is he trapped in the fire right now?! Cautiously, he tests his breathing only to find his lungs as clear as the fresh snow, but the few gasps of solid air help him to shake the rest of the sudden sleep from his brain. Or maybe it's her "gentle" push towards consciousness there.]
I-I-I'm not dying! [He stutters in between her violent shakes.]
no subject
I-I-I'm not dying! [He stutters in between her violent shakes.]
I promise! R-really!