"Shit."
Gav reached her at a full sprint, dropping to his knees beside her so hard his kneecaps cracked against stone. Her lips were blue. Her skin was the color of ash. Blood was on the ground around her in a pattern that told a story he never wanted to read.
His jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped.
He didn't ask. He didn't hesitate.
Gav unzipped the top half of her training suit with swift, precise fingers, then unzipped his own. He pulled her against his bare chest and wrapped his body fully around hers, arms locking tight, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other pressed flat against her spine. The heat of him was immediate, scalding compared to her frozen skin, and her body reacted before her mind could catch up: she curled into him, face pressing into his chest, fingers clutching weakly at his sides.
She didn't have the strength to move or argue or pretend she didn't need him. His arms held her as though the world itself had no right to take her.
