"Tess.." I murmur slowly drifting out of consciousness. As a reach up to touch her a spasm of pain shoots up my side. I grunt falling on lush green grass.
"It's not safe here Mal." I can hear the urgency in her. "We can't keep stopping like th-" she stops abruptly as if just now realizing were here because of her. "Im sorry," she whispers, pulling my chin up to meet her gaze. I turn slightly unable to see her like this.
"I know Tess, It's not your fault." She lets out a dry laugh, "We both know thats not true." She zones off, seeing something I can't.
(Should I continue with this story?)