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

a sticky liquid on her hand, accompanied by a

It was Barlow’s blood.

He was bleeding!

Rosalynn kept patting

up, Barlow! Please wake

Finally, Barlow stirred.

hurts,” he murmured, his voice low,

was

let out a relieved

finally awake. Don’t close your

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