[ It's the pain in her voice that is the tipping point, for him. He can handle yelling and cursing and even hurling abuse at him if it gives her an outlet, but he won't hurt her. He backs away until he finds the wall, pain and indecision writ on his face. He can't leave her, but he can't stay here and make this worse for her, either. ]
I'll get help. [ he promises instead. ] You won't be alone.
[ And, with one last wounded look her direction, he speeds off toward the stairs. ]
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I'll get help. [ he promises instead. ] You won't be alone.
[ And, with one last wounded look her direction, he speeds off toward the stairs. ]