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“Should we wake him?” I ask moving him so his head rested in my lap. She shook her head, “He won’t move as much, and if he isn’t awake it won’t be as painful.” Time moved agonizingly slowly as she thread the wire in and out of his skin, but I couldn’t look away.
I pat his face gently with the wet rag until his eyes fluttered open. “Can you stand?” Andrew asked impatiently. “Andrew!” I snapped at him. “No it’s fine, Georgia,” Ky said, his voice immediately calming me. “I think I’m good to go, but what happened?” he took in Jenny’s frying pan and the unconscious boys. “I’ll explain later,” I muttered then looked at Jenny. “Please come with us,” I begged her.
She smiled at me, “You know I can’t Georgia,” she said, “I’ll cover for you dearies. But if you do not go now then there will be nothing to cover.” “She’s right,” Andrew informs me, “We have to go now, whether she comes or not.” He turns and walks away and Selein reluctantly backs away also. Ky tugs on my arm, but I don’t turn, “I’ll be back for you,” I tell her, “I promise.” We turn and silently sprint towards the gate.
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I pat his face gently with the wet rag until his eyes fluttered open. “Can you stand?” Andrew asked impatiently. “Andrew!” I snapped at him. “No it’s fine, Georgia,” Ky said, his voice immediately calming me. “I think I’m good to go, but what happened?” he took in Jenny’s frying pan and the unconscious boys. “I’ll explain later,” I muttered then looked at Jenny. “Please come with us,” I begged her.
She smiled at me, “You know I can’t Georgia,” she said, “I’ll cover for you dearies. But if you do not go now then there will be nothing to cover.” “She’s right,” Andrew informs me, “We have to go now, whether she comes or not.” He turns and walks away and Selein reluctantly backs away also. Ky tugs on my arm, but I don’t turn, “I’ll be back for you,” I tell her, “I promise.” We turn and silently sprint towards the gate.
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Publication Date: 03-03-2012
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