“Miss Kara! Miss Kara! Miss Kara, can you hear me?”
Kara opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurry and dark. She could hear groans of pain, but they weren’t hers. Someone was crying. Why were they crying? Just moments ago, everyone was laughing and screaming in excitement—until that loud screeching sound swallowed the voices.
Somebody had pushed her, and then it had all gone dark.
“Miss Kara!”
Kara shook her head, trying to focus on the voice speaking to her. Someone was trying to pull her up until, finally, a face appeared in her vision. Pen’s green shirt was covered in a thick layer of dust that clung to his sweaty face and hair. Blood dripped from a wound on his forehead, and his sleeve was torn and drenched with more blood.
Wait, blood?
Pen cupped her face, squeezing her cheeks
