[ The signal is still traveling from her fingertips to her brain when it's muddled by new input: his unmistakably broad hand encircling her wrist. Her touch orients itself clumsily as it climbs him, pressing higher on his chest until her fingers slip round his throat. Blood and air drum thunderously against her palm and Jess crashes with relief against him, digging her face into the crook on the other side of his neck. Her knees bracket him, legs desperate to wrap around him though her ankle gets caught in the blanket.
She can't hear herself breathe, though it's the loudest sound in the tent, in the world. She can only hear herself think, a combative, two-sided argument that beats her brain back and forth without rest: He found me. He probably doesn't even known I'm gone.He can hurt Frank.He can't hurt anybody.He got stronger. He can't hurt me.He's doing it right now. No thought, kind or cruel, pauses long enough to take her in. The ceaseless, violent struggle further lacerates her breath into hiccups and shudders from her core ripple to the ends of her limbs. She cries to vent the pressure in her head, jaw strained as she screams silently into his shoulder. ]
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She can't hear herself breathe, though it's the loudest sound in the tent, in the world. She can only hear herself think, a combative, two-sided argument that beats her brain back and forth without rest: He found me. He probably doesn't even known I'm gone. He can hurt Frank. He can't hurt anybody. He got stronger. He can't hurt me. He's doing it right now. No thought, kind or cruel, pauses long enough to take her in. The ceaseless, violent struggle further lacerates her breath into hiccups and shudders from her core ripple to the ends of her limbs. She cries to vent the pressure in her head, jaw strained as she screams silently into his shoulder. ]