Ginny had no idea how she managed it. None at all.
One moment, she was on her knees beside Lyle, watching helplessly as his body convulsed and then stilled, his breathing erratic and shallow. The next, she was hauling him up, his weight bearing down on her as she draped his arm over her shoulders. She didn't stop to think about how tall he was, how heavy he felt, or how her own body screamed in protest.
All she knew was that she had to move. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, propelling her forward with a strength she didn't know she had.
"Lyle," she whimpered, her voice choked with tears as she staggered under his weight. "Come on, you have to help me here."
But he was limp, his head lolling against her shoulder, his breaths faint against her ear.