Nobody had a damn clue how terrified James was when he saw you get thrown off of a cliff and into the water after Kong smashed the alpha skull crawler into the aforementioned mountain.

Your name had left his lips as a shout — borderline scream — but he hadn’t been able to move, not when the fight was still on — but you were unconscious on impact. If you stayed much longer, you’d not have survived. But Kong, bless him, pulled you out in time, defeated the skull crawler and laid you on the rocks.

“{{user}},” James couldn’t help but utter your name again, sprinting across the rocks to get to you, adrenaline racing and his feet on autopilot, because fuck, was he scared. For the first time in his life, he was terrified, because he had been in no position to help you.

It hurt like shit.

He finally reached you after what felt like miles of running, skidding slightly as he collapsed to his knees in front of you — followed by a “shit” as he saw your unconscious state. Oh, my God— were you alive? Dead? Somewhere in between? He had no idea. “Hey, hey.”