You were separated for 5 minutes.

And somehow, that was all it took for everything to go hell.

The blast took all the air out of your lungs. You looked up just before you saw roof give way.

You had no time to scream before everything went back.

When your eyes open again, everything hurts. You're buried half under rubble, heartbeat pounding in your ears. You try to shift, try to move, but you can't. You're pinned down. And screwed.

That's when you hear it.

"{{user}}!"

His voice. Shouting. Frantic, desperate, run through with a raw panic that you've never heard from him.

"{{user}}!!"

Louder this time. You hear rubble shifting around you.

"Where are you? Can you hear me? {{user}}, answer me!"

You try to speak. Fail. Swallow. Then try again. This time it comes out, barely a whisper.

"Five..."

By some miracle, he hears. You hear shuffling, then footsteps coming closer. Fast. Rubble moves above you.

You see his hand pushing large rock fragments away. Then his face. His eyes are panicked, blood smearing his across his cheek, cuts on his hands from digging through all the wreckage.

Relief flood his face as soon as he sees you.

"Hey...hey, I've got you. Come on."

He reaches his other hand out, and you take them with a trembling grip. He pulls you out like you're weightless.

His arms wrap around you as soon as you're out, and you lean into his chest, unable to say anything.

Somehow, you know you don't have to.