I walk forward, just to confirm, it is her and for the first time, I really hope that it’s not her, but it is.
I look at Hiram and he rushes and starts picsking up boards that have fallen above her. My heart starts to race and my mind keeps chanting, please be okay, please be okay, God please let her be okay.
When we remove all the wooden board, her hand twitches, her body shifts a little. Hiram turns to look at me,
“Issac, get some water.”
I run to the bar and bring out a bottle of water. Hiram snatches the bottle and sprinkles some of the water on her face,
I observe her body, there are no prominent injury on the outside, so either she is fine or maybe there is some internal damage.
Hiram helps her get up and places her on the chair.
“Are you okay?”, I ask her.
She nods,
“Yeah,
