There was an upper limit to pain wasn’t there? Kurt stumbled along beside Maggie. She had his arm pulled across her shoulders and one arm wrapped around his waist. Never had a few hundred yards seemed like a marathon. Oh and the marathon guy, he dropped dead at the end of it, hadn’t he? A beat-up black SUV stopped fifteen to twenty feet in front of them. An older man, maybe in his fifties, got out and opened the back door.
“Lay him along the back seat. Go around to the other side and help pull him in,” the older man ordered. He grabbed Kurt’s shoulders, spun him around to face outward, and pushed him to sit down on the edge of the back seat. Kurt felt Maggie’s arms around his chest, hauling him up and backward into the vehicle. The jarring impact of his leg against made him think he might
