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That meant I had made it out.

I looked down. Bandages wrapped my left thigh. More over my ribs. My right forearm was stitched and purple with bruising. I flexed my fingers and pain shot all the way to my shoulder.

“Where’s Eli?” I asked.

The nurse paused.