I FLEXED MY back and tried to move out from under a pile of debris. After a few moments, I was able to pull my legs out. I propped myself up on my elbow and tried to focus on my breathing despite the growing burn I felt.
I found Maria's body, her wrist trapped underneath a mound of crumbled ceiling. Her face was coated in dried and freshly dripping blood, her dark hair matted around her face. I pulled her out and slid my arm under her legs, my other supporting her neck.
I ran through the forest, my legs threatening to collapse beneath me. I ran into the dining hall to see Anthony and Clarissa arguing.
"What happened to you two?" he asked.
"She got what she rightfully deserved," Clarissa scoffed.
"Shut up for a second, will you? Is she okay?"
"I don't think . . . I don't know, she . . . she isn't breathing, she needs help." I faltered through a shallow breath.
"You aren't breathing properly, both of you need help. Come on," Anthony said.
Clarissa folded her arms and kept a scowl as the two of us rushed to a medical facility about a mile from the dining hall. I put Maria into Anthony's arms before holding my side and falling to my knees in a coughing fit.
He walked down the hallway and met up with a group of medics before setting her down on a gurney. The last thing I saw was her being wheeled away before I blacked out.
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Faultless: A Utopian Love Story
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