C50 Gone

Sitting up, I pulled him onto my lap. His eyes were closed and his breathing was haggard. I wiped his bloodied hair from his face. I could feel the flesh of his back. The chunks were raw and fell in different directions.

“Shane?” I cried quietly.

“Get him out of here,” Father ordered.

“No, no, please. Fa—”

I was cut off as his boot landed across my cheek