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“Go.” Carter doesn’t look up. Doesn’t look at me.

“Carter,” I croak. His name climbs to a cry in my throat as faces flash by me.

But none of them are his. Boone pulls me closer to his chest. “We’ll come back for him, Ro. I promise.”

But he’s taking me away, and Carter still isn’t following.

“Keep your neck still—”

“Hospital—”

“No, the house—”

The voices fade out as I slump back, and Boone looks down at me. His voice rises. “No sleeping, Ragdoll, you hear me? Get those medics in now!”

But I no longer hear anything at all.