Chilton wrapped his arms and legs around Karla, as best he could, his whole body trembling with shock and exhaustion and paradoxical adrenaline. They were in the sky, flying, and the bright, frosted air sank its teeth into Chilton's body. This was not the sort of air he felt when his feet had been kissing the ground, this was not that warmer, coastal feeling. The oxygen a couple thousand feet upwards had thinned -- and perhaps someone who wasn't in shock, and consequentially exhausted from his tenth surge of adrenaline, wouldn't have suffered the threat of hyperventilation.
"Don't drop me!"
His first words barreled out of his mouth. The moisture of those low hanging clouds had electrified him out of silence.
Chilton pressed more tightly against Karla, his wild eyes in a staring contest with the earth below them.
"I want to go back!"
It was a childish request. He lingered on the cusp of death, completely at Karla's mercy, his own body flightless and yet soaring against gravity. And still, he implored without a please or thank you.
Adrenaline didn't translate into manners for Frederick Chilton.
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Chilton wrapped his arms and legs around Karla, as best he could, his whole body trembling with shock and exhaustion and paradoxical adrenaline. They were in the sky, flying, and the bright, frosted air sank its teeth into Chilton's body. This was not the sort of air he felt when his feet had been kissing the ground, this was not that warmer, coastal feeling. The oxygen a couple thousand feet upwards had thinned -- and perhaps someone who wasn't in shock, and consequentially exhausted from his tenth surge of adrenaline, wouldn't have suffered the threat of hyperventilation.
"Don't drop me!"
His first words barreled out of his mouth. The moisture of those low hanging clouds had electrified him out of silence.
Chilton pressed more tightly against Karla, his wild eyes in a staring contest with the earth below them.
"I want to go back!"
It was a childish request. He lingered on the cusp of death, completely at Karla's mercy, his own body flightless and yet soaring against gravity. And still, he implored without a please or thank you.
Adrenaline didn't translate into manners for Frederick Chilton.
"I really want to go back now!"