Maisie
Bastian and I fell hard into a cold, concrete floor, and his body crashed down on top of mine. His solid weight drove the last of my breath out in a sharp, painful rush. For a heartbeat I couldn't move, couldn't even gasp. The darkness was absolute around us was absolute and the floor was so bitterly cold, it seeped straight into my clothes.
"What the fuck?" he cursed and rolled off me in one smooth motion.
I heard the scrape of his boots against stone, the low curse under his breath as I blinked rapidly, trying to get my lungs to work again and my eyes to adjust to the dark. For some reason, the latter took far too long, my senses blanketed.
Calloused hands grabbed my face. "Maisie, are you hurt?"
I dragged in a shaky breath, ribs aching. "I think… my ribs are broken. You're really heavy."
A short, rough laugh came from somewhere to my left and I felt his hand on my wrists, pulling me up. "Noted. Next time I'll try to fall more gracefully."
