He needed to get a move on. The life flight would land atop the building on the helipad soon, and he needed to be scrubbed in and ready.
Trav:Naw, baby, you didn’t lose me. My trauma is about to get here.
My Sky:Okay. Don’t forget your boots today
He smiled at the heart. Aw, Sky, you’re too sweet for this world. She was giving him that second chance, had opened her armor to him, at least a crack. He couldn’t piss on that happiness. He’d get in that saddle for her.
My Sky:Go do your thing and save souls.
Saving souls. He’d never thought about it that way. He glanced at his tattoo, from which he’d drawn his strength for so long.
Travis:Can’t wait to see you.
Already miss you.
My Sky:I’ll be here waiting. As she’d been for so long, and he’d been too blind to see.