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

It was Barlow’s blood.

He was bleeding!

and Rosalynn kept

up, Barlow!

Finally, Barlow stirred.

his voice low, indicating the seriousness

he was

out a relieved

finally awake. Don’t close your eyes. I’ll call for

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