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JJ screamed at the man on the ground. Her foot itched with the desire to feel his face beneath it. The sole of her boot seemed to rise off the ground of its own accord, and the man’s eyes widened. But not in fear.
She turned, and saw Rachel was sitting up, next to Adam. Propped up, more accurately. But wait—had the girl’s eyelids just fluttered?
JJ rushed to her. “Rachel? Rachel, can you hear me?” she asked, running her hands over the girl’s face.
Rachel’s lips were still pale, but were they less blue? God, what I wouldn’t give for some real light. JJ held the girl’s wrist. Her pulse was definitely stronger—it had been so faint before. Adam’s pack… JJ scrambled for the thermos, now dented on one side from the shovel strike. She shook it, then peeked inside—good, stainless steel thro
