Sal lay on the floor, gritting her teeth against the pain in her left arm. She thought it might be broken somewhere above the elbow. Moving wasn’t an option. She’d tried it once and nearly passed out. All she could do was lay still and hope someone came soon. And that the last of the violent manoeuvres was over.
Sal didn’t know quite when she’d been hurt. The first few manoeuvres had left her too dazed. She vaguely remembered being thrown around the room several times. There had been what sounded like an explosion, too.
“Sal! Don’t move!”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to, Roberto,” she replied.
He came into sight. There was a cut on the side of his head which was slowly dripping blood onto his clothes.
“Roberto, you’re hurt!”
“I’ll be fine. Just a cut. How about you?”
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