CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“DINI? IS THAT YOU UP there?”
“Thank goodness, Andy! You’re alive!”
He groaned and sat up, holding his chest as dark blood seeped through his fingers. “Just barely. It’s kind of hard to breath.”
“You should stay still, he might have pierced a lung.”
Andy appeared to be thinking about his for a minute. He shook his head. “No, I’d be in a lot worse shape if the lung was engaged. I think it’s a rib.” He grimaced but started trying to climb to his feet.
“Andy, you really shouldn’t be moving.”
He used a nearby tree to pull himself upright and stood, half bent over, glaring at her and panting. “We need to get out of here, he’ll be back. Besides...” he shook his head, “if I don’t get to a hospital I’m gonna die anyway. I’ve lost a lot of blood.” He took a step and grim
