*Cory*
It is getting close to morning, and we haven't seen a human being for hours. I feel frustrated, wondering where the help is, where the rescue crews and volunteers searching for survivors in the rubble are.
We're getting close, and I have this urge to run, but I can't. I'm bone tired, every muscle is sore, and my shoulder is throbbing painfully.
Part of me wants to run away, afraid of what I'll find, afraid of being too late, afraid I'll have to realize that I've lost her forever.
I look at Sean with great worry. There's no longer any doubt that he needs help. He's looking pale, and his breathing is getting more and more wheezy. I wish I could do something; I should have forced him to go with the firefighters. "How are you holding up, Sean? It's okay if you just wait here." I put
