Rhy pushes himself up too fast, the sudden movement making his head spin. He is sitting up, squinting in the sun, but the sweat beading on his brow has nothing to do with its warmth. He wipes it with his sleeve and shaking fingers, trying to rein in his breathing once more when it slips into jagged gasps again.
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Rhy pushes himself up too fast, the sudden movement making his head spin. He is sitting up, squinting in the sun, but the sweat beading on his brow has nothing to do with its warmth. He wipes it with his sleeve and shaking fingers, trying to rein in his breathing once more when it slips into jagged gasps again.
"Please. Don't go. I'm sorry."