Sixteen
Her hands trembled. There was so much blood all over Henry. It didn’t stop. She knelt down to look for the wounds, but she couldn't think straight.
He was unconscious, or was he dead? Annie’s breath grew heavy. Tears streamed. But the shooting has stopped, hasn't it? The drones have vanished. Why have they vanished?
Suddenly a firm hands took her shoulders and brought them to a standstill, calming her down. She frantically looked around to peer into the face of the man who would always come to rescue her. Adama’s face. He pushed her aside and knelt next to Henry, inspecting his wounds. Everything went fast from there.
He signaled several men to help him.
“We have to take him to the leader's hall. Put him on a table! I have to see if there's a bullet inside. We have to stop the
