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 no

heart sank as she felt a sticky liquid on her hand, accompanied by a faint metallic

It was Barlow’s blood.

He was bleeding!

set in, and Rosalynn kept patting Barlow’s

Barlow!

Finally, Barlow stirred.

It hurts,” he murmured, his voice low, indicating the

he was

let out a

your eyes. I’ll call

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