Page 213 of Scars of Trust

Pain.

Heavy.

Crushing.

My ribs scream.

My vision blurs slightly.

I suck in a breath—

Bad idea.

“Clay.”

Lucas again.

Closer now.

Too close.

“I’m fine,” I start—

And the world tilts.

Just for a second.

I grab the edge of the seat—

Miss it.

That’s new.

I don’t miss.

“Hey—”

Hands are on me now.

Lucas.

Miles.

Voices sharp.

Focused.

Too loud.

“I said I’m—”

The rest of the sentence never makes it out.

Because my body gives.

Just—

Gone.