*The second Eames pulls away, the pain increases and even though it seemed impossible, it gets harder to breathe. His hands dig into Eames' shirt and pull him close again, face burying against his chest. He's shaking so much. He's never been in this sort of condition before. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to heal. All he knows is that he needs Eames close. He needs him close or else everything really is going to fall apart.*