"Promise me." He whispered.
She leaned forward, hands flying in horror to either side of his face to wipe the thin layer of sweat covering his brow. He felt so warm, unnaturally warm. This was all her fault. Sax knew, she knew, damn it, it was thirty-seven minutes, not twenty-seven. But no, she'd just had to go with her impulses. Her stupid emotions. And now
now it had come to this.
Bright pale red eyes bored into hers, shining with forgiveness and love and peace. He wasn't mad. He couldn't be mad. This was Flik after all. He always understood, always forgave her. Her co-pilot knew she hadn't meant it. Flik understood mistakes.
He gasped in pain, clutching his tight stomach with one hand. "Sax," he wheezed, lurching forward. "Sax, please promise me
"Anything." She said, feeling tears well up in the corners of her eyes. They'd be red and puffy for hours now, but none of that mattered. "Anything Flik."
Biting back a sob, Sax pressed closer. "What?" with a shaking