[ Her vision blurs, black spots floating along her periphery, but she tries to shake it away – until she realizes that Peter is bracing her elbow, that he's right there.
Why isn't he leaving? ]
I'm— [ She winces as more of her weight inadvertently leans into Peter. ]
no subject
Why isn't he leaving? ]
I'm— [ She winces as more of her weight inadvertently leans into Peter. ]
I'm fine.