"You're hurt, Damon. We need to get you some help," one of the other men says as they carry him along in a makeshift litter. While the firefight was going on and amidst the fog of war, somehow Damon and the other two guys got separated from their platoon. Having taken shrapnel in his torso and a bullet wound to his shoulder, Damon is nearly delirious, pain surging through his body with every breath he takes. The terrain is rocky and treacherous. Each bounce of the litter ignites the pain receptors in his body. Although Damon wants nothing more than to live, his belly is roiling with fear that he's going to die here. Since it's nearly dark outside, the men find what looks like an old abandoned shed. Although it's tiny and the three of them barely have room to reposition, at least it's shelter from the chilly overnight temperatures. Brady offers Damon a drink from his canteen. Worried about his friend because of his delirium and fever, Brady takes his handkerchief, douses it with water and then presses it to Damon's clammy skin.
"Get some sleep, Brady. We have to somehow find our way back to our platoon tomorrow," Enzo remarks, staring at the rickety roof. "This place looks like it would blow over with a puff of air."
"Three little pigs, Enzo?" Brady laughs, laying down after pressing the moisture cloth to Damon's lips once more. Opening his eyes, Damon takes a deep breath, grimacing when he does.
"Where are we?"
"We found this little shack. At least it's a roof over our heads," Brady says, helping Damon to raise his head so he can take a swallow of water.
"Thank, Christ," Damon mumbles, his eyes dropping closed again. With no source of light in the rickety old shed, Brady and Enzo close their eyes and follow Damon into sleep. When the sun starts to seep through the gapes in the wood, Damon starts to arouse. Although he feels like hell, he knows that the three of them need to get a move on so they're not captured by the German soldiers. Using his good arm, Damon sits up so he can give Brady's arm a few nudges. Yawning, Brady stretches, smacking Damon's bad arm as he does. Hearing Damon's groan, he sits up, his eyes widening when he sees the fresh blood.
"I'm sorry, Damon. There isn't any room in here to stretch. Listen, we're going to have to get you some first aid somehow," Brady says, looking pointedly at his friend.
"I know but where? We have no idea where we are," Damon utters, squeezing his arm with his opposite hand. Hopefully our guys aren't that far away." After attempting to reassure Damon with a hesitant smile, Brady wakes up Enzo. As soon as their friend is awake, the three men leave the decrepit little shed, taking off on foot in hopes of finding their American comrades.
Trudging over the hilly terrain is hard on Damon, even though his two buddies are carrying most of his weight, he's still on the brink of collapse. "Stay with us, Damon," Brady says, slapping his cheeks to arouse him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," Damon mumbles almost incoherently. When they find a stream, Brady moistens his handkerchief and uses it to moisten Damon's feverish skin. After the three of them rest, they get up again in hopes of either finding the men or at least a friendly face to ask for assistance. As they walk, Damon struggles to keep up with them. Noticing that the sky is getting very gray with lightening and thunder filling the atmosphere, Enzo mentions that they need to find some shelter. Looking around, he sees nothing. Brady however notices an apple orchard. "Maybe we can snag a few apples. At least it's something to eat."
"Sounds good," Enzo adds. Knowing Damon can't keep up, Enzo lifts him up and throws him over his shoulders. Although not comfortable for Damon, they need to hurry. Nearing the edge of the orchard, Brady notices a young girl picking apples. She looks to be a teenager at best but there's no way of knowing for sure. Not wanting to attract her attention, Brady shushes Enzo with, pressing his fingers to his mouth, signaling him to be quiet while pointing at the girl. Since he has no idea how far into enemy territory they are, both Brady and Enzo know they need to find their men and attract as little attention as possible while doing so. What they didn't count on was Damon being so severely injured, hindering their quest. Again Brady puts a finger to his mouth and then points Enzo to some thickened overgrowth that perhaps they can use to take cover till the girl disappears. But the best laid plans and all, Enzo trips on a tree root sending him and Damon both flying into the dirt.
Immediately the girl looks up, the apple bucket crashes to the ground scattering them. Stunned, her mouth is wide open and Brady and Enzo can clearly see fear as it fills her eyes. Not wanting to raise her fears anymore, Enzo stands up and points to Damon, signaling that he's going to his friend and not to her.
Since Brady is nearly positive that the girl doesn't speak English, he wracks his brain to somehow convey to her that they mean her no harm. At wit's end, he finally raises his arms in a surrender posture, hoping that she'll at least understand the gesture. Elena is a smart girl and it doesn't take her long to understand what the man means. After several seconds, she drops to her knees to pick up the apples that fell to the ground. Brady breathes a sigh of relief because he realizes that she knows they're not here to hurt her. Walking over, Brady stoops down to help, picking up one apple and then another, placing them in the bucket. When their eyes meet, Brady smiles then begins to speak, hoping that she'll understand some of what he says.
"Please don't be afraid, I swear to you that we mean no ill will. It's just that my friend here is in desperate need of help. We got separated from our squadron. Um, do you know if there's a doctor anywhere...?" Brady implores her, his speech slow and deliberate. When he sees a hint of understanding in her eyes, Brady starts to ask if she speaks English. Just as the words leave his mouth, a crack of thunder roars in the sky at the same time the heavens open up and the wind begins to whip the tree branches, knocking more apples to the ground.
"My mama taught me English. What happened to him?" Elena asks, her gaze fixed on Damon.
"He was shot in the shoulder. He's badly hurt and please if you know someone who can help him, please tell us. I promise you that we mean no harm," Brady implores, his eyes darting between Enzo and Elena. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, the sky opens up and the rain begins to pelt down on them.
"My father is a doctor. Please come with me," Elena adds, motioning for them to follow after she picks up the bucket of apples that she had already picked.
"I can carry that for you, um.. what's your name?" Brady asks, taking the heavy load out of her hands. Grateful, Elena thanks him.
"I'm Elena but everybody calls me Lena."
"Thank you for helping us, Lena. I know I've repeated myself a hundred times already but please believe me when I tell you that we won't hurt you or your family. It's just that my friend is in dire need of medical assistance," Brady tells her. Enzo nods his agreement when Elena turns to look at him, focusing only on the load that Enzo is carrying. The man looks to be unconscious, Elena thinks to herself. His eyes are closed and he hasn't moved a muscle, not that she's seen anyway. Elena cringes when she notices the pallor of his skin, the contrast between it and his black hair is stark. By the time the group reaches Elena's home, they're all drenched and shivering from the cold blustery winds. The lightening looks treacherous and the thunder is still roaring but it's louder now. Brady fears they're in for a long night. Opening her front door, she stands aside so the three men can enter.
"Please wait here. I have to tell my papa that you're here," Elena asks, her fear now replaced by determination.
"Lena?"
"Yes, mama, it's me. Where is papa?"
"I'm right here, child," a man says, stepping into sight for Brady and Enzo to see. As soon as the girl's father sees them, he pulls Lena behind him. "Please don't hurt us."
"Papa, they're not here to hurt us. Their friend is badly hurt. Can you help them?"
"I promise you, sir. We mean you no harm. Our friend has a bullet in his shoulder." The man eyes Brady skeptically then pulls Elena aside. Soon Brady can hear a whole stream of German words, the man's voice rising with each word out of his mouth. Obviously he is angry with his daughter for bringing them home with her.
"Sir, please. As soon as our friend is better, we'll leave. Please..., he needs some help."
Suddenly the girl's mother reveals herself. Although she too looks more than a little wary, she tells them to come in. Leading them into a small room with a bed, she tells Brady to lay Damon down. When he does, Damon groans in pain, a big grimace on his face. "Come, let Gerhart look at him. You need to get those wet clothes off of him and yourselves," the woman tells them, leading him and Enzo into a room. She gives them each a blanket and then tells them to come out by the fireplace. Doing as they're told, the woman takes their wet clothes and hangs them up in the room to dry. Hearing the door slam shut, Elena steps inside with a couple of logs in her hand to throw on the fireplace. Although both Brady's and Enzo's teeth are still chattering, it still feels good to be in front of the now roaring fire.
"Thank you, Elena," Enzo says, blowing on his hands. Moments later, Elena's mother hands them each a cup of hot soup. Grateful beyond words, Brady and Enzo both thank her profusely. Exhausted, it doesn't take long for Brady and Enzo's eyes to start to drop closed but when a painful cry fills the room, Brady shoots up in his chair, almost forgetting that he has nothing on under the blanket. After quickly apologizing, he hurries back to the room where he left Damon. Seeing tears in his best friend's eyes is nearly too much for Brady. Having grown up together, Brady has always thought of Damon as invincible. Hesitant to interfere because he's grateful that the man agreed to help but he wants reassure himself about his buddy too.
"Do you need some help?"
"Yes, hold him down. I need to get the bullet out," the man says. And Brady can see genuine concern on the man's face.
"Do you want both of us to help hold him down?"
"Yes, the stiller you hold him, the better." Nodding, Brady walks out to ask Enzo to help. Immediately he joins Brady in the little bedroom Enzo pins Damon's legs down while Brady holds his upper body, pinning his good arm as best he can. Brady feels a little nauseous himself when he watches the doctor take a blade to Damon's shoulder. Having to turn away when he starts probing the wound, Brady focuses on keeping Damon still. Although weakened from blood loss, Damon still puts up quite a struggle. It takes a lot for Brady and Enzo to hold him down. When the door opens, Elena's mother steps inside carrying a basin of steaming water. After setting it down, she leaves but quickly returns with a moist washcloth to dampen Damon's skin. When Brady hears the sound of metal dropping into metal, he finally looks up just as the doctor is setting the tin cup down.
"You got the bullet out?"
"Yes, we need to clean and wrap it now. All I have for pain is some aspirin. It isn't much but it's something," he mentions. At the same time, he starts to flush Damon's wound with some acidy smelling solution before packing the wound with gauze. When he finishes, he tells them that Damon needs to rest before shooing them out of the room.
"Mama, where will they sleep?" the two guys hear Elena ask. After sharing a look, Brady says that they'd be more than happy to sleep on the floor near Damon. Nodding, Elena and her mother disappear, returning shortly with blankets and a couple of pillows.
"We're supposed to have storms for the next few days," the woman says. It's then that Brady and Enzo realize that the wind is still whipping the rain around, pelting the windows with the large drops. Grateful, Brady and Enzo take the bedding, repeatedly say thank you before going to the small bedroom to get some shut eye themselves. As soon as Enzo pushes the door closed, he puts his finger to his lips to signal Brady to whisper.
"We need to take turns staying awake in case one of them disappears to report that we're here."
"I trust them Enzo but if it makes you feel safer, I'll take my turn but you first," Brady smirks, pulling the blanket over his bare body, falling asleep immediately when his head hits the pillow.
The next morning, it's Damon's cries of pain that wake Brady and Enzo up. True to his word, Brady took his turn staying awake too. Although he really didn't expect that anything bad would happen, they know nothing about this family so he thought it best to keep their guard up. Stiff from sleeping on the floor, Brady is slow to rise and stretch his limbs. When he looks down at Damon, he breathes a sigh of relief to see that his friend is awake but it's obvious that Damon is in severe pain given the expression on his face. At the same time, Brady makes a move to feel his forehead, there's a knock on the door. Stepping over Enzo's prone figure, Brady pulls it open, letting the doctor inside.
Although Brady is certain that the man is still somewhat disgruntled that his daughter brought them home with her, he seems to be a professional, immediately tending to Damon. After examining him, the man turns to Brady. "Your friend is in no condition to travel yet. You'll have to stay at least a couple of days."
"We need to get back, sir. Do you know where the American army is? I mean which direction."
"This man will die if you take him over that kind of terrain. But it's your choice to make."
"What's your name? I know your daughter's name is Elena but how should I address you and your wife?"
"My name is Gerhart Weber. My wife, Clara is English by birth. She taught Lena and me to speak English."
"Of course I'm concerned about Damon. But, Dr. Weber, I don't want us to endanger your family by being here either."
"I'm a doctor, it's my duty to take care of this man but it's your choice to make of course," he repeats before tending to Damon again.
"How do you feel this morning, buddy?" Brady asks Damon.
"I'm okay," Damon yelps when Dr. Weber starts to raise his bad arm. Startled by the noise Damon made, Enzo sits upright, immediately jumping into a defensive position.
"Calm down, Enzo. It's just Dr. Weber. Enzo nods and relaxes back onto his pillow. Shaking his head, Brady asks Dr. Weber if he can help him with Damon. "Hold on to him to I can redress his arm. If he gets more infection, he will surely die," the man says calmly but matter of factly. Brady nods and holds Damon's arm gently but firmly so the doctor can do his job. As soon as Dr. Weber finishes working on Damon, he motions for Brady to follow him out of the room.
"Sir, is there anything Enzo and I could do to somehow repay your hospitality? We could cut wood for your fireplace or pick some of those apples for your wife. Anything?"
"Our nearest neighbor is about five kilometers down the road now. With the war going on and all of the fighting, many of them have left to stay with relatives far away from the battlefronts," Gerhart muses. Lost in thought for a few moments, he snaps out of it when he notices his wife looking at him. "Yes, I think you two could chop some wood. That would free Elena to help the patient."
"Sure, let me grab the clothes and get Enzo up," Brady says, happy to be able to help out the family for helping them. After dressing quickly and ready to work, Enzo and Brady come out of the bedroom.
"Come have some breakfast. We don't expect you to do a day's work on an empty stomach," Mrs. Weber announces, using her hands to motion for them to have a seat. Putting a plate in front of everyone, the woman and Elena quickly set food on the table. Because it's been a good thirty six hours since they've really had anything substantive to fill their bellies, Brady and Enzo dig in. When they finish, Dr. Weber offers them each a jacket before leading them outside.
"I'm going to go with them. Perhaps we can shoot a turkey, Clara," Gerhart says, giving his wife a kiss. "And Lena, you feed the young man when he wakes up."
"I will papa. Be careful," Elena says, watching out the window as the three men disappear into the grove of trees behind the house.
With her mother busy crocheting, Elena goes to check on Damon. Stepping inside very quietly so as not to wake him. Elena is taken by how pretty the man is. Sitting down at the chair beside him, Elena can't seem to help herself so she reaches over to gently finger a strands of his hair off of his forehead. Gazing intently at him, Elena gasps when he opens his eyes. Elena has never seen such a vivid shade of blue eyes before..
"I'm sorry that I woke you," she stutters, a bright shade of red blooming on her face.
"It's okay. Thank you for taking care of me," Damon tells her, grimacing when he tries shift his position slightly. Much more coherent now that he's had some sleep, Damon watches as Elena nervously shifts from one foot to the other.
"Are you hungry?"
"A little bit," Damon admits, smiling. Nodding, Elena stands up so she can find some food for him. With his good arm, Damon latches onto hers, struck by the tingles he feels where their skin is joined. Shaking off the momentary stupor, Damon thanks her.
"You're welcome. I will be right back." Damon gives her a smile then lays back down. He's struck by how beautiful she is. In a perfect world, there would be no war and when she got a little bit older, Damon could imagine asking her out. 'Get a grip', Damon thinks to himself. Hating that he feels useless, Damon tries to sit up, his head spinning so much so that he feels nauseous. Knowing he needs help to get to the bathroom, Damon cries out. Seconds later, Elena runs back in with her mother.
"Please, I need help to the bathroom." Quickly he covers his mouth when he starts to heave. Although Elena knows it'll hurt, she takes one arm while her mother takes the other, quickly walking him to the bathroom. After emptying the bile from his malnourished belly, Elena offers him a washcloth. Grateful, he wipes off his mouth. Having no qualms about seeing him naked, Elena's mother tells her to leave the room while she helps him to pull down his underwear to let him sit on the toilet seat. Admonishing him to make sure he calls out when he's done, she leaves him to do his business in private. Finishing up, Damon uses his good arm to push himself up but too late he realizes that was a bad idea when he crashes onto the bathroom floor, hitting his head again the porcelain bathtub. Unable to sit up, Damon groans aloud. Seconds later Elena and her mother run in, finding him in a heap on the floor, his shoulder bleeding through the bandages. Immediately the older woman starts scolding him in German. Even though Elena knows it's serious, she can't help but laugh at her mother.
When the women try to stand him up, Damon's vision starts to blur. If not for the two women, he would be on the floor again. Although Damon is too out of it to notice, Elena's cheeks flush a vivid shade of red when she sees his naked body. Seeing that her daughter is flustered, Clara tells her not to pay any attention to the man's privates so they can get him back to the bed. Although uncommon in this day and age, Clara has been open and honest with her daughter about the sex and the differences between men and women. Nodding, Elena obeys her mother. Somehow the two of them manage to drag him back to the bed and lay him down. Since Clara has helped her husband in his practice for years, she tells Elena to stay with him while she gathers some supplies to check Damon's shoulder wound. By the time Clara is done redressing his shoulder, Damon is starting to become coherent again. Damon opens one eye just in time to watch Clara leave the room but not until she gives Elena strict instructions to keep an eye on Damon so he won't fall again.
"You were supposed to call for help. Why didn't you?"
"Um..., men don't like to appear weak," Damon whispers. "Thank you for helping me, Elena."
"Are you still hungry?" she asks, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"Yes," Damon admits that his empty belly hurts now.
"Promise you won't try to get up again."
"I'm sorry, Elena. And yes, I promise," Damon tells her. Elena can see that Damon is being truthful by the look in his eyes. Nodding her head, Elena leaves to get Damon some food.
Over the course of the next few days, Elena and Damon spend more and more time together. She reads to him from her book while he listens intently. Damon tells her about his home in the United States and about his family. Elena tells him that she'll be sixteen on her next birthday while Damon tells her that he'll be twenty when his rolls around again. Just a kid himself really, Damon had to grow up quickly when he was thrust into combat. Damon knows by the way his breath catches in his throat and in the way his heart clips along when Elena is near that he's falling hard and fast for the young girl. Damon wishes more than anything that the war was over and that Elena and her parents could come back to the States with them.
Elena helps him to eat and clean up and helps her father tend to Damon's wounds. Sitting at his bedside, Elena is telling him the story of growing up here and how much she loves living in the country. Damon agrees, knowing all about country life since his father has a ranch in Wyoming near Yellowstone. Damon tells her all about the magical place and how he'd low to take her there someday. Completely transfixed in that moment, Damon's eyes dart quickly from her eyes to her mouth. Feeling the electricity arc between her and him, Damon leans forward to capture her lips in a quick kiss. Knowing that her parents will be displeased, Damon pulls away and apologizes for being too forward. Shaking her head back and forth, Elena whispers that she likes kissing him. Smiling, Damon gives her one more peck to the tip of her nose before laying back to let her finish reading from her book.
While Damon and Elena are busy bonding, Enzo and Brady are helping Gerhart and Clara do some work around their home. The roof was in need of some repair and their root cellar needed a little working shoring up one wall. Brady and Enzo chopped a lot of wood to get their friends prepared for winter. They also were able to shoot a couple of turkeys and a goose for the families meat cellar. Following Gerhart and Clara's instructions, Brady and Enzo help them to prepare the meat so it won't spoil.
Since Brady and his friends are already been in the home for three days, he's starting to get nervous about finding their fellow Americans again. Hopefully within the next day or so, Damon will be fit enough to leave. While picking some more apples for Clara, Brady notices how quickly the sky has darkened. Looking towards the horizon, Brady notices the brown cast to the sky. With the chill in the air, it wouldn't surprise Brady if it started to snow. Knowing that they're in for more bad weather, he quickly fills the apple bucket then hurries out of the grove, reaching the front door just as the rain begins to fall. Enzo runs to the porch at the same time, carrying an armful of wood since it is breezy and chilly out today.
When Brady goes to look for Damon, he barges in just as Damon is pulling away from Elena's face. Knowing that they kissed by the bloom on Elena's cheeks and the way she runs out of the room, Brady walks over to his friend, taking the seat that Elena just vacated.
"Are you insane?" Brady snaps albeit with his voice not above a whisper.
"I can't help it, Brady. There's something about her," Damon mentions, his voice trailing. Raising his eyes to Brady's, Damon tells him that it won't happen again and that they should try to find the American position tomorrow. Brady could not agree more. Having someone Damon's age kissing their host's teenaged daughter is no way to repay them for their hospitality. Despite everything, Brady knows that Damon is still just a nineteen year old kid and is not out of the woods yet given the severity of his injury.
"Look Damon, you're so young yet. I understand that but you have to control yourself. Elena is still a kid too."
"You're right. I just feel a pull to her..," Damon whispers.
Suddenly the wind starts gusting so hard that the windows start rattling. Brady gives Damon one more look, gives his good shoulder a squeeze and then leaves him alone to see if he can help Gerhart or Clara with anything. Brady will also inform them that the three of them will take their leave tomorrow.
Even though the weather is still blustery, the wind howling through the trees and sky getting darker and darker, they're all stunned when they hear some kind of a gas powered vehicle pull up. Quickly urging Brady and Enzo into the room with Damon, Gerhart pulls the door open only when he sees that Enzo and Brady are out of sight.
"Dr. Weber, my son is very ill. I need your help," the woman begs him.
"Of course, Helga. Come inside for a moment while I get my bag." With the three American soldiers quiet as church mice, Gerhart quickly grabs his bag and hurries the woman out of the door but not before the woman happens to notice the uniform jacket that is certainly not German. Knowing that her son is ill and in need of the doctor's help, Helga says nothing for now.
The next morning after Brady and Enzo are dressed, Brady goes to help Damon do the same. It was a close call last night when the woman showed up. Brady doesn't know if she may have seen him and Enzo through the window before she knocked on the door. Once Damon is ready, they help him to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Even though Enzo too knows they need to get the hell out of here, he doesn't know when they'll get a meal again either. Just as the three soldiers are finishing their meals, they hear the sound of a vehicle in the distance that seems to be getting closer. Knowing that they're in distinct danger, Gerhart tells them to get their things. Taking Elena aside, her father tells her to lead their new friends for several miles till they're safely away from here. Having lived here all of her young life, Elena knows several out of the way trails and paths to get the men hopefully to the US position.
Although afraid for her parents, Elena grabs her coat and scarf, telling the men to quickly follow her out of the back door and into the woods. Even though Damon is better, he's still weak. Knowing that he'll hold them up, Enzo throws him over his shoulder again at least until they can disappear into the trees. As soon as the group gets to the tree line, Elena tells them that she forgot to tell her parents goodbye. After reassuring them and mostly Damon that she'll catch up, Elena runs back to the cabin. Just as she reaches the door, she hears shouting inside.
As quiet as she can be, Elena sneaks around to look into the window. Startled when she sees her mother laying in a heap on the floor, it takes every ounce of courage she has to keep from screaming. Hearing the door open, Elena disappears. Running quickly towards a nearby clump of bushes, Elena hides, concealing herself behind it. With her father being pushed with a gun to his back, Elena bites on one of her fingers in an effort to keep her mouth closed. Forcing her father out first, Gerhart happens to notice her. Making a disgruntled face at her, Gerhart hopes Elena will understand and get far away from here. Giving him a subtle nod, Elena watches the scene. Although she wants to help her parents, there's nothing she can do right now. As soon as the soldiers and her father disappear into the cellar, Elena takes off like a rocket quickly catching up with the American soldiers. After leading them for maybe five kilometers, Elena tells them to stop and let Damon have a rest. Walking over to where Damon is sitting, Elena needs to say goodbye to the young man that has made her feel things that are completely foreign and confusing.
"There were soldiers at the house. I have to go back now. I wanted to tell you goodbye, Damon," she says, palming his stubbly cheek wispily with her hand.
"Why didn't you say something?" Damon asks, worried sick about what Elena is going to go back to. Wanting to go back with her, it takes Enzo and Brady to convince him that they can't endanger the family anymore than they already have.
"I didn't say anything because I knew you would put yourselves in danger. You need to go back and so do I. Goodbye, Damon," Elena whispers, tentatively leaning forward. Damon can see how nervous she is. Although everything in him wants to keep her safe, Damon knows that Elena won't abandon her parents. Damon stares at her eyes before leaning forward himself, pressing a wispy kiss to her lips. When Damon pulls back, Elena smiles through her tears. Knowing that she needs to go to her parents, she stands up. Not wanting to let go herself, Elena holds onto his hand for several seconds before finally dropping it. Elena steps over to Brady and then to Enzo giving each of them a hug too. Elena takes a few more seconds to tell them which direction to go from here and then starts to walk backwards away from them so she can keep her eyes on Damon till the path shifts direction and she disappears from his view.
Since Elena has walked that distance many times, it doesn't take her very long to get back home. The first thing Elena notices is that the military truck is gone. Swallowing thickly, Elena walks around the house and to the back door. Afraid of going inside but also afraid of not knowing her parents fate, Elena stares at the door for several moments before raising a shaky hand to the doorknob. Sucking in a deep shuddering breath, Elena takes a hold and twists the knob, cautiously stepping inside. Stunned speechless by what's in front of her, Elena collapses letting the darkness overwhelm her.
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