'Ethan.' Zoe whispered his name out of shock. He was a mess. His normally light hair was plastered a dark brown to his face. The rock on his chest was clearly making it hard for him to breathe and the rock on his leg was causing him to lose a lot of blood. He lay silent and still. He would have looked so innocent and at peace if it wasn't for the pain that twisted his face into an unrecognisable position.
Lofty. Connie worked in mute shock. The normally talkative, happy nurse was lying unconscious. Mud caked his curly hair, sticking it together. His arm was clearly shattered under the rock. Blood stained the stone red. A rock crushing his abdomen made it harder for him to breathe. His face looked old- aged by mud and pain.