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

heart sank as she felt a sticky liquid on

It was Barlow’s blood.

He was bleeding!

set in, and Rosalynn kept patting

Barlow! Please wake

Finally, Barlow stirred.

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

he was

out a

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

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