A sharp pain radiated from her body. Had they been buried under the rubble?

“Barlow, are you okay?” Rosalynn asked, concern lacing her voice.

She heard him groan moments ago, and worry gnawed at her. Was he hurt?

There was no reply from him, and her anxiety deepened.

She reached out to gently pat his face in the darkness.

“Barlow? Answer me, please!”

was

felt a sticky liquid

It was Barlow’s blood.

He was bleeding!

Rosalynn kept patting

Barlow! Please

Finally, Barlow stirred.

hurts,” he murmured, his voice low,

was still

out a relieved

your eyes. I’ll

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