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“Come on, Chris.” Una kneels on the transporter platform. She presses her fingers against the gaping wound in his side. “Stay with me.”
“It’s okay.” Chris says, although his strength is clearly fading. “I’m okay.”
“Yeah, you’ll be okay. Help is coming.” His eyes flicker to her side and she follows them, but medics are nowhere to be found. “Chris?”
“Dad,” Chris whispers, his gaze distant. “Is that you?”
Una’s heart jumps into her throat. “No, no, Chris!” she nearly shouts. “Stay with me!”
But his eyes are already closing. “Dad,” he mutters as his body goes slack. “I’m sorry.”