The impact is hard, jarring, sending a searing lance of pain through his shoulder and nearly causing him to drop the skull.
He doesn't, though.

His finger traces the edge of her cheekbone. "Is ok," he whispers. "All going to be OK."
Then he looks up.
He doesn't, though.

His finger traces the edge of her cheekbone. "Is ok," he whispers. "All going to be OK."
Then he looks up.