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My feet slide out from under me, and I fall on my arse, dropping my torch. I cry out at the pain ricocheting up my spine as I slide down.
“Hope,” Hayden screams.
Digging the heels of my feet into the ground, I come to a stop and decide since I’m already down here, I might as well keep going like this.
“I’m okay. I’m okay,” I assure her. “I think I broke my arse.”
“Stay there,” Landon warns.
“I’m fine,” I promise.
“He’s talking to me,” Hayden calls out. “And he doesn’t need to tell me twice. I’ve been in this movie before. Watch out for bugs.”
“Bitch!”
My jeans become soaked,and I can feel dirt cutting into my nails as I make my way down on my arse. I stop near to where the torch got stuck in some brambles.
“We’re coming,” Mark shouts. “Just stop.”
I pick up the torch and shine it further down the slope, my breath catching when my gaze lands on a foot covered in only a sock. “Oh my god. Call an ambulance,” I cry, rushing further down.
“I still haven’t got any signal,” Hayden fumes, and her voice carries over the sound of the rain slapping against the trees and ground.
“You don’t need signal to call nine-nine-nine,” Landon snaps, sounding closer. “Hope, stop!”
I reach Imogen and let out a cry. Her head is bleeding and she has cuts and bruises all over her face. Her black coat is torn, and so are parts of her jeans.
Landon grabs my wrist sharply when I try to move further down. “Stop! That’s a drop. One wrong move and you’ll go over.”
I shine the torch in that direction and my stomach coils at the sight. I didn’t even notice it. It’s so dark, you can’t make out much of anything. It’s not a big drop, but it’s enough to cause some serious damage if you go over.
“We can’t move her,” I choke out, hesitating to touch her. She looks so broken, I’m scared I’ll cause her pain. “They tell you not to move an injured person.”
“Oh fuck!” Mark hisses. “If she wakes up, she could panic and fall down further.”
I take her hand in mine, letting the tears fall. “Please be okay. Please be okay.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Landon
I link my hands behind my head as the fire brigade pull Imogen out on a board. She still hasn’t woken up, and the paramedics mentioned there might be swelling to the brain before they handed us a rope to pull us back up the hill.
We should have been here for her. We should never have let her come out without one of us.
I drop down on a rock, rubbing my hands across my face.
Mark sits down next to me as the paramedics work on Imogen. “None of us could have known this would happen.”
“We never fucking do,” I snap. “We should have learnt to prepare for the unknown. Never take chances, remember. Now look at her.”
“Yeah, maybe. But if we lived in a state of paranoia, we wouldn’t be living. None of us are happy about it, but some things are just out of our control.”
“Are they gonna let us fucking near her yet?” I ask, rubbing the palms of my hands down my jeans before getting up. I can’t sit here and do nothing.
The fireman closest to us overhears me. “I know this is stressful for you, but let them do their job. She’s in good hands,” he states.
“Landon!” Liam yells.
