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Her throat raw from screaming, Audra didn't trust her voice. And she definitely didn't want any more pain. The white-hot throbbing in her arm was bad enough.
Jean lifted her up, bumping her arm and sending a fresh bolt of agony all the way up to her brain.
"No, don't," Audra tried to say, but hardly any sound came out. "Please don't, you're hurting me." She reached for her useless right arm, pulling it across her body to support the broken limb. A red light blinked on her wrist. With her good arm, Audra switched off the camera, which had miraculously survived the fall unscathed. She ripped the Velcro strap off her wrist and cradled the camera to her chest beside her injured arm. "All right."
She closed her eyes, breathing slowly in an attempt to ignore the pain. How could a
