I looked into Rob's eyes, hoping against hope to find something other than terror there. It was a stillborn hope. His pupils were tiny, fixed; he held me without seeing me, his eyes were so blank. His whole body trembled and he clung on to me as if I was the only rock in a whirlpool of fear and confusion.
If I had to be his rock, then I would be his rock. I wiped tears from my eyes.
His words hot in my face: "It- it's going to - "
"It fucking won't!" I said, and I meant it.