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It had taken Abey seconds to reach Junia. He dropped to his knees at her side and stared at her, and his horror increased tenfold. She looked dead, she looked dead, she looked dead but she couldn't be dead no no NO.
Vaguely Abey registered a hand on his shoulder, and the voice of Professor Marchand, but he couldn't look away from Junia, even though the sight of her filled him with such a mixture of despair and panic that he was ceasing to function at all. If he looked away, she'd be gone forever and wouldn't be able to fixed and he'd never see her again. And it wasn't okay, nothing was okay, nothing was ever okay ever ever. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't...
Someone else was there, pulling him closer to them and trying to make it so he couldn't see Junia. At first he tried to resist it, he didn't want to not be able to see her, and he wanted people to help her but he also didn't want anyone to touch her either or hurt her or be anywhere near her. Exactly what had happened, Abey didn't know; he was so focused on Junia's predicament that it was like he had blinders on where everyone else was concerned. The brooch Junia had held earlier went unnoticed by him, the plight of Juniper, Professor Myers, and Sam Tyler too.
But then there was that familiar touch and familiar smell and familiar voice; Abey knew who the someone-else was, and he obligingly buried his face in Derf's shoulder. Everything was a rush of yelling and panic and chaos, it was all mixed up in his head and all he could be certain of was that something terrible had happened. He didn't know what to do, there was nothing he could do, nothing but cry into Derf's shoulder.
Until...
Another voice, familiar and stern and loud and impossible to ignore. Panic gripped his heart again at the thought that he'd be separated from Junia, and he quickly pulled away from Derf again and clumsily grasped for Junia's sleeve, holding tightly onto her arm. "M'no-t leav-i-ing h-her," he choked out between sobs, before reaching for Derf's arm with his other hand, anchoring himself to both of them.
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