Alfred keeps his eyes on Herbert as he is carried down through the darkness - everything else is too far away, too dizzying, and his head is swimming all the same.
He's like a ragdoll as he is tucked in, all attempts at breathing crackling and shallow, his heart beating laboriously slow and heavy against his ribcage. The tight, dark confinement of the stone crypt frightens him, but not as much as the feeling of his organs shutting down inside of him.
It hurts. It hurts so much, and he buries himself against Herbert's chest, unable to even sob.
"Th-tha-a-nk y-you," he manages, but it sounds awful, a death rattle.
Then, in the pure darkness, Herbert would hear, very very quietly, but more clearly over the gasping:
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He's like a ragdoll as he is tucked in, all attempts at breathing crackling and shallow, his heart beating laboriously slow and heavy against his ribcage. The tight, dark confinement of the stone crypt frightens him, but not as much as the feeling of his organs shutting down inside of him.
It hurts. It hurts so much, and he buries himself against Herbert's chest, unable to even sob.
"Th-tha-a-nk y-you," he manages, but it sounds awful, a death rattle.
Then, in the pure darkness, Herbert would hear, very very quietly, but more clearly over the gasping:
Please. Please, don't leave me.