she was unconscious when she was dug out of the debris.
the rubble and rocks that had fallen on her had severely damaged her limbs.
her left elbow was white with exposed bones.
dust had settled on the open wounds, naturally clotting the blood; if it weren't for the dust she would've bled to death.
her right ankle was terribly twisted at about 90 degrees from where it should've been.
her face was dusty with the remnants of her home.
spanning about three feet, her torn clothes were stained with blood.
"i hope she's not dead", Jane said as she lifted up the small girl carefully and sped towards the medical aid tent.
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Thoughts Through Stories
Короткий рассказThis collection of short writings will depict the small but important emotions, thoughts and feelings we go through in everyday life...
