Something in him kicks into gear. He needs to keep Steve conscious. "Anybody who could help us out nearby?" he asks, urgent. Trying to keep Steve on his feet, moving to wrap an arm around Steve's shoulder to steady him. "You're gonna have to walk with me, pal," he says, managing to keep his voice even just from the sheer shock of suddenly being alive, and the first thing he sees being Steve. Like some kind of vision from the afterlife.
He doesn't know what to say, besides moving, and hoping he can get to help before things get worse. The last thing he wants, especially now, is to lose Steve. He's not sure he could live with himself. "Remember that time Eric Bright was insulting one of the girls when we were in fourth grade? You went right up to him and popped him in the face! Nearly broke his nose. Kid was so shocked he didn't even tattle on you." He laughs, even though it's breathless, forced.
"You've got me back, Steve. You won't be doin' anyone any good if you die on me."
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Date: 2018-05-02 02:07 am (UTC)He doesn't know what to say, besides moving, and hoping he can get to help before things get worse. The last thing he wants, especially now, is to lose Steve. He's not sure he could live with himself. "Remember that time Eric Bright was insulting one of the girls when we were in fourth grade? You went right up to him and popped him in the face! Nearly broke his nose. Kid was so shocked he didn't even tattle on you." He laughs, even though it's breathless, forced.
"You've got me back, Steve. You won't be doin' anyone any good if you die on me."