Chapter 33 Chapter 32

scream. It should be silent here.Quiet, deadly solemn silence. But only screams. Dylan opened his eyes, instantly dazzled.A strong white light pierced her head.Dylan tried hard to turn around and get rid of it, but the white light also moved in a flash, followed her closely, and swallowed the darkness behind her.Dylan stared at the light, dumbfounded. This white light came violently, but disappeared in an instant.Dylan stood there unsteadily, with colorful light spots dancing in front of his eyes.Unknowingly, a face appeared in sight, and Dylan couldn't help being startled. Then it filled the field of vision, a pale face glistening with sweat and red ink.This is a man's face, the mustache around the mouth is very thick, looking at the shape of his mouth, he seems to be talking eagerly.Dylan tried to focus on what he was saying, but the screeching tinnitus made it impossible for her to hear anything.

She shook her head, focusing on the man's mouth.Slowly, she finally understood that that person was repeating the same sentence over and over again. "Can you hear me? Look at me. Can you hear me? Can you hear me?" It wasn't until Dylan understood what he was saying that he realized he could hear him.He was actually shouting, his voice tense and hoarse. Why couldn't I hear it just now? "Yes." She finally spit out a word.The mouth was filled with a hot, viscous fluid that couldn't possibly be saliva.She swallowed, feeling a metallic taste on the tip of her tongue.

The man looked relieved.He shone her face again with the small flashlight, and the light made her eyes narrow.Then the man took a photo of her body from top to bottom with a flashlight.Dylan saw him point the light at his legs, a worried look on his face, and then looked back at Dylan. "Can you move your arms and legs? Can you feel it?" Dylan tried to concentrate.What can she feel?The feeling of being on fire.Pain, excruciating pain, severe pain.She held her breath, even the slight rise and fall of her chest made her feel scared.What happened to her? Everywhere in my body hurts.Exactly—everywhere.Her head throbbed, her ribs seemed to be squeezed tightly, and there seemed to be a pool of acidic magma burning in her stomach.What's next?She closed her eyes and tried to feel the reaction of her legs.where are theyMaybe she couldn't feel them because the excruciating pain was flooding her body.Dylan was terrified and felt her heart start beating violently. The frenzied heartbeat made every part of her body feel sharply increased pain.She tried to move her feet, to change places, and it was very uncomfortable.

"Oh - woo!" Her voice sounded like panting or whimpering.She only moved her legs a little, maybe only about a centimeter, but the pain that burst out all over her body made her tremble enough to suffocate. "Okay, okay, dear." The man frowned, biting the small flashlight, moving his hand under Dylan's waist.Then he paused and rubbed his hand against the vest.Dylan's eyes flicked over the hideous yellow-green vest.There's a logo pinned to his shoulder, but Dylan's attention isn't there.Was it blood that he just wiped off?He touched the wound on her leg just now, where did the blood come from?Her breathing became rapid, her lungs tingling with each breath.

"Honey?" The man grabbed her shoulder and shook her. Dylan forced himself to look at him, trying to think through the horror before him. "What's your name?" "Dylan." Her voice was crying. "Dylan, I'm leaving, just for a minute. But I'll be right back, I promise." He smiled at her, then got up and pushed his way along the carriage.Dylan watched him go, and then noticed that the narrow car was full of men and women in waistcoats—firefighters, police officers, and paramedics.Most of them squatted by the seats, or between the people who had just appeared, they talked, exchanged, and comforted Dylan.Everyone's face is very dignified.Yet Dylan just wanted to be alone for a while.

"Wait a minute," she said hoarsely.It was too late, however. She raised her hand and stretched it in the direction where he disappeared, but a slight movement made her extremely tired, and her hand retracted and fell powerlessly to her face.Her face was wet, and when she touched it with her fingers, she found that it was stained with tears, sweat and blood.She withdrew her hand and examined it carefully, the mixture glistening in the artificial light of flashlights and emergency lights. What happened?Where is Tristan? She remembered that she fell down just now, and stretched her arms out to prevent accidents. At that time, she only thought about not falling to the ground and lying with the corpses on the ground.She let go of him.She let go of him in order to save herself, so that her face would not be stained with the remaining blood after death.She let go of him.

Dylan's lungs hurt, but she couldn't help being out of breath and feeling sick to her stomach.His eyes seemed to be stung by something, and his throat was severely blocked.No matter what the pain is now, Dylan's tears flow freely. She let go of him. She squeezed out the word "no" from between her lips, "no, no, no." She moved her body on the floor almost frantically, and then put her hands in her trouser pockets, fingers desperately groping, completely ignoring that every movement of hers would cause a sharp pain.For a moment her heart stopped painfully.That flower, it's still there, if the flower can cross over... But where is he?where is heWhy didn't he lie beside him?Did you lose him when you let go?

"Yes, that's her. Dylan?" Someone called her name, which distracted her for a moment. "Dylan, we're going to gently move you onto the stretcher, honey. No problem? We need to move you Get outside and get a good look at your injuries. Just get you in the ambulance and we'll take care of the pain. Can you hear me? Dylan, honey, nod if you do. " She nodded obediently, she understood.She was lying in an ambulance, and the painkillers were good enough to calm the burning sensation in her abdomen, but they didn't do much to heal the gaping hole in her heart, the feeling of loss and emptiness.What did she do?

It took a while to lift her onto an ugly yellow stretcher.Her neck was held in place by a tall plastic collar, and she could only stare at the ceiling.People acted lightly, and kept comforting her with good words, for fear of aggravating her injury accidentally. Dylan could barely hear them, and all she could do was answer their questions, wringing a yes or no from her lips.When they lifted her up, she felt a moment's relief because she didn't have to listen to them or answer their questions. It seemed to take longer to lift her out of the car.But when they got out of the car and stepped on the stones of the tunnel road, she felt that their steps became lighter immediately.They seemed anxious to get her outside as soon as possible.Dylan didn't panic in the slightest.

Lying on the stretcher, Dylan moved forward in bumps, and the surrounding air became very different from before.A gust of breeze blew away the stagnant moisture, and the water droplets formed by the mist dripped on her disheveled bangs, making her parched forehead slightly cool.Some of the paramedics were leading the way, and Dylan tried to look back, to look around.Helplessly, her neck was firmly fixed, and her shoulders were tied with belts, so she couldn't move her body much at all, and turning her eyeballs back and forth a few times would cause her head to sting.Still, she caught a glimpse of a hazy halo of nature before puffing out onto the stretcher.She is going out soon.

There were rustling footsteps behind him, and he took every step carefully.And so the two of them carried Dylan firmly into the gray twilight of the autumn evening.Dylan looked at the delicate stone archway that appeared halfway up the mountain. They carried her through the stone gate, and then drifted away, and the stone gate's gaping mouth was lost in the darkness.After about ten meters from the entrance of the tunnel, they turned around and began to hobble up the steep embankment.Just then, Dylan saw him. He sat on the left side of the tunnel exit, his hands on his knees, watching her. Looking at it from this distance, he can only be recognized as a boy, probably in his teens.The mountain wind ruffled his light brown hair and slapped his face. "Tristan," she whispered, relief and joy filling her chest.She watched him appear in her own world, fascinated. He succeeded. At this time, a person came between them, a firefighter.Dylan watched silently as he leaned over and pulled a blanket over Tristan's shoulders.The man was asking him something, and Dylan saw Tristan shake his head.Then he rose slowly, somewhat clumsily, from the grass.After speaking his last words to the fireman, he began to walk slowly in her direction.He smiled at her as he approached her. "Hi," he murmured, reaching out and gently patting the blanket on Dylan's body.His fingers slowly ran along the side of her body, and finally grabbed her hand tightly. "Hi." She also replied softly, her lips trembling and showing a smile, "So you are here." "I'm here."