[Lifting a hand to hold onto Chase's and keep it there against his cheek, the panic settling in more and more with each little tightening breath that Chase draws in, which each beat of his heart pumping out more blood.]
Later, I'll get her later... [Standing now, and leaning over enough to press their foreheads together lightly, just enough that he knows Chase is listening to him, knows he's really there and isn't just some figment.]
I-- I need to get you to a clinic, and it's going to hurt, but I need to carry you-- okay?
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