[he feels Kaiba pull free. He can't look- he knows if he looks that'll be it. But a well of agony bubbles in his chest.
Still, he has to hold on, for Penny. For Bolton and Jamie. And for awhile, he does. But as grief and terror run rampant in his lungs he finds himself gasping like a fish, trying to get more in, and when not finding nearly enough his mind goes white with panic.
The hands gripping Penny scramble, thrashing about like gut fish, like a choking man clawing at his own throat. And eventually go blessedly still in her iron grip]
Cw: suffocation
Still, he has to hold on, for Penny. For Bolton and Jamie. And for awhile, he does. But as grief and terror run rampant in his lungs he finds himself gasping like a fish, trying to get more in, and when not finding nearly enough his mind goes white with panic.
The hands gripping Penny scramble, thrashing about like gut fish, like a choking man clawing at his own throat. And eventually go blessedly still in her iron grip]