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Claire raced towards Alex's body. He lay sprawled across the grass with his leg twisted in an awkward position. "ALEX!!!!" Claire screamed. She totally freaked out, and jumped off Brave J. "Alex wake up! Please!" Alex lay still. Phoenix ran off a few meters and stood watching. Claire shook him and examined his chest and back. He must have been reared off, and got shirt button caught in the reigns. "ALEX! Claire started to cry. Please, please, say something!" She pressed her ear against his chest - he was still breathing and she could hear his heart, but he wouldn't wake.
Claire cried silently for a few minutes, trying to get a grip on reality. She couldn't choose between going and getting help, which would be a five minute ride, or staying with Alex and waiting for him to wake. Her mind told her to seek help, but her heart told her to stay. So then she did a very "un-Claire-like" thing -- she stayed.
Claire could see the orange sun setting. Each moment passed by and the sun sank lower. It would soon be dark. Claire needed to warn the others. They would still be out looking for those stupid flags so she took her shirt off and hung it around Brave J's saddle. "Go on boy." She whispered "Go on! Shoo! Get outta here! Go home! Run brave J! Run! Get help!" Brave J looked at her puzzled, but Claire screamed at him "GO!" and he shot off like a bullet. All she could do now was sit and wait. Hopefully Meg or Tess would recognize her shirt, and find them.hopefully.
Claire stumbled back to Alex's side. She leaned over him and moved him onto his back so he looked comfortable. "Alex, I'm so sorry." Claire cried and cried. "I love you so much that I don't know how to express it! Please forgive me! Alex, please wake up! I'll do anything, just wake up now!" She made herself angry to stop the crying. But it didn't work. She laid her hand on his chest. It moved up and down as he breathed. She moved his torn shirt until she could see his chest, and the scar upon it. "An old battle wound." She talked to herself and traced her fingers along it. She wondered if he could hear her. "Alex? Can you hear me?" No reply. Claire put her arms around him and put her head near his face, then she did what she had wanted to do for a very long time - she kissed him.
Claire raced towards Alex's body. He lay sprawled across the grass with his leg twisted in an awkward position. "ALEX!!!!" Claire screamed. She totally freaked out, and jumped off Brave J. "Alex wake up! Please!" Alex lay still. Phoenix ran off a few meters and stood watching. Claire shook him and examined his chest and back. He must have been reared off, and got shirt button caught in the reigns. "ALEX! Claire started to cry. Please, please, say something!" She pressed her ear against his chest - he was still breathing and she could hear his heart, but he wouldn't wake.
Claire cried silently for a few minutes, trying to get a grip on reality. She couldn't choose between going and getting help, which would be a five minute ride, or staying with Alex and waiting for him to wake. Her mind told her to seek help, but her heart told her to stay. So then she did a very "un-Claire-like" thing -- she stayed.
Claire could see the orange sun setting. Each moment passed by and the sun sank lower. It would soon be dark. Claire needed to warn the others. They would still be out looking for those stupid flags so she took her shirt off and hung it around Brave J's saddle. "Go on boy." She whispered "Go on! Shoo! Get outta here! Go home! Run brave J! Run! Get help!" Brave J looked at her puzzled, but Claire screamed at him "GO!" and he shot off like a bullet. All she could do now was sit and wait. Hopefully Meg or Tess would recognize her shirt, and find them.hopefully.
Claire stumbled back to Alex's side. She leaned over him and moved him onto his back so he looked comfortable. "Alex, I'm so sorry." Claire cried and cried. "I love you so much that I don't know how to express it! Please forgive me! Alex, please wake up! I'll do anything, just wake up now!" She made herself angry to stop the crying. But it didn't work. She laid her hand on his chest. It moved up and down as he breathed. She moved his torn shirt until she could see his chest, and the scar upon it. "An old battle wound." She talked to herself and traced her fingers along it. She wondered if he could hear her. "Alex? Can you hear me?" No reply. Claire put her arms around him and put her head near his face, then she did what she had wanted to do for a very long time - she kissed him.
