Regina
"Peter... " I shouted, my voice trembling with fear and disbelief, as I felt something grab my leg. I looked down to see a bloodied hand reaching out from beneath the debris.
“Regina, just calm down, and don’t you move a bit?" I heard Peter say as he made his way close to me, his voice filled with concern and determination.
I nodded my head as I tried to assess the situation. I could feel the tension in the air as Peter carefully examined the hand, his brows furrowed in concentration. With a sudden surge of strength, he managed to free my leg from its grasp. Relief washed over me, but the sight of the blood on his hands only intensified my fear of what lay beneath the debris.
“Peter...?” I asked, my voice shaking. I could barely form my words with my heart pounding in my chest.
