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Exhaustion had condensed to dust on his skin, in his mouth; in his head.
Exhaustion beyond sleep...
He closed his eyes to a vortex of particles. When he opened them again, it was still there.
Maybe he was losing it.
Never had he fought so hard to save another...a man that didn’t want life - a man he hardly knew.
But they weren't both going to die between his fingers...
For an unreal moment he felt held by the force a strong arm around his shoulders.
He was losing it...
But the dust-storm ceased.
Maybe he could sleep after all.