Next to me, Annabeth's knees buckled. I caught her, but she cried out in pain, and I realized I'd grabbed her broken arm. "Oh gods," I said. "Annabeth, I'm sorry." "It's alright," she said as the passed out in my arms. "She needs help!" I yelled.
i love everything about this sketch. it is sharp yet has undefined lines. it is powerful while at the same time it remains subtle. but i especially love how it reminds me of that feeling. that feeling right before you fall asleep next to someone you love - that feeling where all the problems of the day melt away, and everything feels safe.