My shoulder was on fire. The wound oozed blood and it felt as if someone had their finger inside trying to pull a bone out. The warmth of the sun splashed on my face and I knew I was still outside. I cracked my eyes open but the glare made it difficult to open them completely. Dust covered my face and rolled into my eyes when I turned my head. My face was flushed and I wondered if I had an early onset of sunburn while baking on the highway. I reached up and brushed the sand from my eyes. I heard the crunch of gravel as someone walked toward me.
“Nathan.” Lianne"s voice.
Nathan.” Lianne"s voice.I turned toward the sound. The sound of it was music to my ears. She crouched over me and never looked more beautiful. I smiled in spite of the pain.
I turned toward the sound. The sound of it was
