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!”

there was no

sticky liquid on her hand,

It was Barlow’s blood.

He was bleeding!

and Rosalynn kept

up, Barlow! Please wake

Finally, Barlow stirred.

murmured, his voice low, indicating the seriousness of

was

let out

your eyes. I’ll call for

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