"t-ty everything hurts and i can't b-breathe"
it was just a phonecall, but tyler's heart was beating faster than he ever had before
"where does it hurt, baby? i'm on my way"
heavy breathing was a heart breaking reminder if the younger boys agony coming from the other end of the line
"m-my chest. tyty, please."
the begging was pointless. he was driving as fast as he could without getting into a wreck
"i know, petal. i'll be there as soon as i can. just a couple more minutes, baby."
josh was crying too hard to respond, yet they both knew exactly what the moment needed somehow. the one form of absolute commitment that had never failed them before
"and that's a pinky promise, okay. one more minute, babyboy. one more minute."
