Heron Lake Plateau We might fall in love- or fall apart

She could call his name all she wanted, but nothing would wake the boy up; he'd slipped in to an unnaturally deep sleep as soon as his mumbled words started to slur. He was breathing at an irregularly slow pace, but at least he was still doing that at the very least — for now (and for however long) Screech Redhawk was no longer cognizant.