บท 87: Stay With Me

“Can you do that? Will it…break it or something?” James’ voice floated into my mind like a falling leaf. I didn’t know where it came from or what it was doing there. It just was.

“It matters not - it is the only way,” Longinus said.

Hands on my shoulders pushed me upward and I felt myself fall forward onto someone’s shoulder, but everything sucked into the darkness of my mind as the movement seared every crevice of my being with pain.

“Stay with me, Des. Stay with me.” James placed his hand behind my head, pressing my face to his chest. “Oh God. Let her be okay.”

“Hold her tightly. Tightly.”

James tightened his grip on my head and shoulders, his arms wrapped like a vice around me.

A sharp jerk, a fresh wave of pain and then, “That’s the spearhead - now move aside, I need to get the staff.”