For the prompt #139- "Help is on the way"

"Don't move... please... don't move!" Words struggled through his breath, whistling and evaporating into the dusty air. "I'm a good guy. Just.. don't move!"

The victim drowned in her own tears, gasping and holding on to the string of her life. "Please don't go.. I don't want you to go. What's your... n-name?"

He swallowed hard at first, but it dissolved in seconds. "Mikey."

"Where do you live, Mikey?" she winced from the blinding pain in her pinned legs. The demolished building around them creaked, sending frightful moans shaking through their bones.

"My own little dungeon," he chuckled but it came out more like a whimper. He didn't mean to do that to the helpless woman. "I help people. Sweet people like you."

"I'm going to die here, Mikey... I can.. can feel it. Don't leave me. P-please.."

Trembling, he reached for her hand, without a hesitation. Any consolation he had for her disappeared as he peered into her waning eyes.

She smeared the dirt and blood on her face against the bed of debris. "You're so.. warm..."

"Help is on the way! Hang in there!" He could hear voices in the far distance, echoing around them. The clogged, dense air made it difficult to see anything beyond their hands, but bits of light fell through the cracks.

She hummed and squeezed his hand. "My kitty.. she didn't want to leave me this m-morning." Her voice slipped and he strained to hear the rest of them. "'Mommy, don't go', she purred. I was in for a promotion today... today. My big day. September 11th.."

His soft, dying friend's grasp was easing; Mikey moved the hair out of her eyes and calmly said, "This is your still your big day."

"Kitty..."

"I'll take care of her.."