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Sara
Feeling like the car walls are closing in on me, I grab his wrist and search for a pulse.
It’s there.
Weak and erratic but there.
A sob of relief bursts from my throat, and the road in front of me blurs.
He’s still alive.
Passed out but alive.
With a herculean effort, I pull myself together. I can’t fall to pieces, not while there’s still a sliver of hope.
First things first. I need to treat Peter’s wound. It can’t wait any longer. Then the car. I have to assume they’re looking for it, and it’s only a matter of time before we’re spotted on the road. That means I need to find us another ride.
The question is how.
If Peter were conscious, he could probably steal one for us, but I don’t possess such a skill set. I need to come up with some other solution, something that won
