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YEAH, REAL COURAGEOUS
“Chérie, I must pick you up, now. Forgive me.”
When I hear Jo, tears start flowing again, relief flooding me. I lift my arm, but all I manage is a few inches before it flops back down.
“Do not try to move.” She slides her arms under my knees and upper back, then lifts me in one movement. I chomp my lip to stifle my cries and turn my face into her shirt to further muffle them. My ruined right arm hangs, but someone lifts it gently without bending it and binds it to my leg. I whimper shallowly like a puppy and can’t even summon shame for my show of weakness.
This must be a dream. Gods, don’t wake me.
Niall’s voice floats above me. “b****y hell, mate. She’s hanging on by a thread. Let’s get her out of here.”
Jo starts moving and I keep my face against her shirt
