Silvertip Mountain a monkey on the edge

He didn't give her any further discourse, and tried to pull her attention away from the cliffside by simply walking off. June's lungs were tired from the screaming and her face was puffy from the crying, yet she followed after him as diligently as any doctor would in the face of this medical marvel. His heart was stopping because of her and it was all her fault and she didn't want him to hurt and, and, and --- she continued to cry, but had to focus on following after him as he retreated; stumbling as she sped along and occasionally sniffling. Where was he going? How was he going? His heart wasn't working!