He felt the pressure-lock shutting behind him. Latching. He clutched at his suit and breathed.
To catch a sane thought he tried to shake off the wooziness, but his head was spinning, fingers tingling. All that adrenalin screaming through his system. The sensation of moving skin and muscles under his hands. The fading power of defense, which wasn’t a defense anymore. His arms would remember that feeling as long as he lived. The nausea was overwhelming. A big gulp forced his stomach back down.