[ He looks back, seeing her struggling and knowing if she slips--they will get her. He won't let her die. More than anything he won't let this girl die. The birds are literally on her tail and he needs to get her safe.

Please. Please let this work. Even if she falls after she reaches there--please let this be a success. ]

Hold on! I'm going to get you to the door. Don't fight it.

[ He uses every ounce of his energy and strength he owns to slide her across the room to the exit, getting her away from the birds that were baring down on her, the remainder of the twigs parting her way as she slides across the floor.

Only now he was the one vulnerable to the birds now.]