[consumed by grief and inconsolable he may be, but he still Rory who puts his wife before everything else. So when he hears the hard thunk of her arse hitting the chair and the harsh scrape of it's legs on the floor, fear pierces his heart and he whips around, forgetting about his blotchy, tear-stained face, and lunges for her]
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Amy, don't--
[her ankle, he's thinking, she's going to fall]