[ there's nothing much to do at this point, she had figured that something was wrong with him from his stumble earlier but there were no visible injuries, and now his skin was turning green of all things. she crumples the map and shoves it back in the bag in her haste to get to his side. ]
Jackson, don't make me regret trusting you. I know there's something wrong.
[ and she reaches out, clutching onto him with the fabric of his shirt. ]
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Jackson, don't make me regret trusting you. I know there's something wrong.
[ and she reaches out, clutching onto him with the fabric of his shirt. ]
Please. I could help you.