Punctured

“Jesse!” With trembling hands he reaches to unseal Jesse’s helmet, bracing his neck with one hand and pulling it off with the other.Kix could cry as his husband’s pain-filled gaze struggles to focus on him.“K-kix?” Jesse stutters through blue-tinged lips.“Yeah, cyare, I’m here.” Kix fumbles his scanner, almost dropping it before running it over Jesse’s chest. The most pressing issue is Jesse’s difficulty breathing, since Kix has no way of moving the rock crushing him.The scanner beeps. The blood drains from his face as he reads the results. Of course Jesse couldn’t breathe. The rockslide had left him with a collapsed lung.