Lana
Hot sticky blood was pouring from a gaping wound on my temple. A rock had hit my head with a sickening crack and my ears were ringing. Vision blurry, I managed to move the boulder on my leg, sending rippling pains of shock coursing through it. My leg was definitely broken and I pulled myself toward him using my arms. I gritted my teeth to stop from screaming. I pushed on his shoulder, and leaned my head against Elijah’s chest. His heart was still beating. Thank god.
Panting from the excruciating effort, I knocked the rabble off of him. I listened close to his chest. His blood sounded… Fluid inside there and I ripped open his shirt. His chest was heavily bruised. The blood drained from my face when I realized his ribs were broken. If they were broken in the wrong way, it
