Is he dead?

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Elsa

Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. I repeat in my head as the boy falls into my arms. He is knocked out. I panic. Why did I let this happen? I go to wave down Olaf. But then I realize there is blood on my hand. Oh. My. God. His head's bleeding.

"Guards! Guards! Please help me! GUARDS!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!" I yell. Some of the guards rush over.

"What is it, my liege?"

By now I am breaking down. "There's this guy. And he got flung into the castle wall. And now he's bleeding and he's knocked out. And... And.."

One of the guards grad a wrist and puts his head on the boy's stomach. "He's still breathing. He's alive."

I'm now in a state of relief, and at the same time, panic. Will he live through that collision and fall? I don't hesitate. "Take him to the infirmary. The nearest one from here. By the time he's done being treated, I want him conscious. And even better, maybe walking by tomorrow."

The guards rush to the infirmary in the barracks. I stay by their side. They pull him onto a table and the Captain grabs the doctor. I look at him.

"You're going to be ok," I whisper. Honestly, he might be the cutest boy I've ever seen,

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