Chapter 28- Noah
Someone grabbed his icy hand. "I'm dead," He whispers. "I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead-" "Noah!" Yells a muffled voice. Noah looks up. "Ross." he grins. Ross helps him to his feet. He rips a piece of cloth off of his blue cotton shirt and hands it to him. "Here," Ross says. "You need it." Noah examines the cuts on his arms and legs and feels the warm blood flowing from a gash on his forehead. Natalie and Mack rush forward and Noah barely feels his sister's arms wrap around him as hugs him. He could barely feel anything. He felt lost. His life had been destroyed in less than a week. A plane crash wasn't even the hardest thing he'd dealt with lately. "Are you okay! Tell me you're okay!" Natalie p
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