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fem!Shepard / Garrus
Even through the dizziness that threatened to topple me over in my seat, I could tell that last grenade had hit home. I hadn't heard the dreaded clink-clink until it was too late and Garrus was yelling my name, and then the world went black for a few seconds. By the time I staggered to my feet, EDI declared the area clear and was rerouting the cannons on her own. Relieved the mission was complete, I would've fallen back to the floor if Garrus hadn't caught me. The medi-gel was cool and comforting against my neck, but still this fuzzy feeling remained.
And that couldn't be good, considering the amount of worry in Garrus' eyes as he lifted and carried me to the shuttle.
Most importantly, I was tired. Weariness seeped into my bones, my body heavy and my eyelids heavier. I could rest on the way back to the Normandy, gather my strength as I closed my eyes-
"Stay with me, Shepard."
Rarely was I irritated to hear Garrus' lilting voice. I