Push
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I respawn in the lobby. Grass. Trees. Boulders.
I feel like I’m going to puke, like my head’s going to explode. I haven’t felt this awful since the first time I got pulled.
Swallowing, I push to my feet, just in time to see Jackson push to his.
His face is sheet white, his lips drawn in a taut line.
He opens his arms and I run to him, heart pounding, pulse racing.
He pulls me close. Holds me tight.
And whispers against my ear, “Incoming. Gear up.”
I feel like I’m going to puke, like my head’s going to explode. I haven’t felt this awful since the first time I got pulled.
Swallowing, I push to my feet, just in time to see Jackson push to his.
His face is sheet white, his lips drawn in a taut line.
He opens his arms and I run to him, heart pounding, pulse racing.
He pulls me close. Holds me tight.
And whispers against my ear, “Incoming. Gear up.”
