Page 165 of The Sins of Noelle


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“We’re fine,” she whispers.

“We are,” I take a deep breath.

The next moment, we’re on the ground, our fall a little more abrupt than I would have wished. Still, doing a jump like this successfully without the necessary experience to back it up is a miracle, so I can only count my blessings that we’re alright.

“Careful,” I call out as we roll on the grass.

I do my best to wrap my hands around her to cushion her fall, wincing as my already battered ribs get injured again.

Stifling a cry of pain, I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to breathe.

Fuck!

I must have broken a few ribs. And while that can typically be painful, and for long periods of time, I just have to hope it’s nothing more serious—like my rib puncturing my lung. If that were to happen… I can’t say I would have long. Especially not long enough until we’re found.

God, but the scenarios pile up in my mind, and I do my best to not think about the worst.

We’re alive.

That’s all that matters.

We’ll have time to tend to our injuries in a while, and I’ll be able to see how bad it is.

I might feel like I’m dying, but I’ve felt like that plenty in the past and I’ve survived. What’s one more time…

“You can let me go, you know,” Noelle’s voice penetrates the fog in my mind as I feel her wiggling against me.

“W-what?” I blink a few times.

“Raf? Are you ok?”

It takes me a moment to realize what’s happening, or the fact that I’m lying flat on my back while Noelle’s looking at me from above, the sun streaking through her hair and making my eyes hurt.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“What happened?” She demands, worriedly.

“Nothing. Just…”

“I don’t like this,” she declares.

I don’t reply though I’d like nothing more than to ask her what she means. Yet I can’t find myself capable of speech, only pain.

“I’ll do it,” she murmurs softly, though I’m barely aware of what she means.

I only know that one moment I’m blinking furiously in an attempt to focus on the sight of her, the next my eyes roll in the back of my head.

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“Please wake up,” she murmurs in my ear. “You’re worrying me. Please…”

A moan escapes my lips as I shift to my side, pain flaring from my right side.

“Raf? You’re awake?”

“I…think…so.”

“Oh my God! Thank God!” Noelle exclaims as she barely stops herself from jumping on me.

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