A sharp pain radiated from her body.
Had they been buried under the rubble?
âBarlow, are you okay?â 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.
âBarlow? Answer me, please!â
Still, there was no response.
Rosalynnâs heart sank as she felt a sticky liquid on her hand, accompanied by a faint metallic scent.
It was Barlowâs blood.
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He was bleeding!
Panic set in, and Rosalynn kept patting Barlowâs face urgently.
âWake up, Barlow! Please wake up!â
Finally, Barlow stirred.
âStop it.
It hurts,â he murmured, his voice low, indicating the seriousness of his injuries.
Luckily, he was still conscious.
Rosalynn let out a relieved sigh.
âYouâre finally awake.
Donât close your eyes.
Iâll call for help.
â
She attempted to move, but her body wouldnât cooperate.
She fumbled for her phone, but it was missing from her pocket, and she had no idea where it had fallen.
At that moment, Barlow spoke again, his voice strained.
âRosalynn, I might not make it.
â
His words sent a shiver down Rosalynnâs spine.