reader gets hurt on a hunt. Will she get help in time?
requested, “Option A: He knew she was safe, and that was the only thing that
mattered. OR Option B: All the words had been said, and now there was only a
deep, aching silence.” I hope this does the trick :)
The hunt was
never supposed to end this way.
The world around you felt muted—you were
barely aware of the light, warm trickle from your nostril, the cold wind coming
in from the broken window, your various bruises and lacerations from the fight,
or the splintered wood floor upon which you’d fallen to your knees.
got back up from being thrown, even when you hit your head so hard you saw
stars in your eyes, or momentarily lost the ability to hear. No matter what,
you always stood back up and didn’t fall back down.