"Stay with me," he said.
"I can't go anywhere," I mumbled, trying to prop myself up on my elbow so I could pull myself up.
Instead, stabbing pain surged through my shoulder and I flattened back against the ground. My head spun.
Rather than pulling me out, Dean shifted Rhys off of me. It took a few seconds before I could sit up. Reeling. Rhys, closer to dead than to alive, a mess of limp limbs and blood.
I half-rolled, supporting myself on my good elbow.
Did we manage to make things worse? He looked okay. No new, obvious injuries.
"Ashley, I've got to call 911,"Dean said. I could hear him talking to me. I knew he was talking to me. He said my name.
Rhys' breathing came out shallow. How long had he been up there? I talked to him the night before, so it was less than a day....
"Ashle
