[He'll feel her tense the moment he reaches out to grab her hand, her fingers curling into a fist before he lifts it to his face. Only then will they unfurl, just enough, to touch him. Tifa still winces the moment her fingertips press to his skin, and she breaks with another sob, the fear clutching at her the same way that ice clutches to Eustace.
Her own personal nightmare, and it's lying on the bed right in front of her. A nightmare that she cannot wake up from.
The man that she loves—her husband—in so, so much pain and she has no idea what to do to to make it go away.]
Eustace, please tell me what's going on...
[She still can't quite bring herself to reach out to him on her own, but that hand that he holds stays where it is, even if every bone, every muscle in her is pulled as tight as a bowstring about to snap.]
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[He'll feel her tense the moment he reaches out to grab her hand, her fingers curling into a fist before he lifts it to his face. Only then will they unfurl, just enough, to touch him. Tifa still winces the moment her fingertips press to his skin, and she breaks with another sob, the fear clutching at her the same way that ice clutches to Eustace.
Her own personal nightmare, and it's lying on the bed right in front of her. A nightmare that she cannot wake up from.
The man that she loves—her husband—in so, so much pain and she has no idea what to do to to make it go away.]
Eustace, please tell me what's going on...
[She still can't quite bring herself to reach out to him on her own, but that hand that he holds stays where it is, even if every bone, every muscle in her is pulled as tight as a bowstring about to snap.]