Page 103 of The Science of Attraction

Shouts.

Running feet.

Jagging pain in my shoulder. Sliding down, down.

The world slowing, slowing, to a syrupy crawl.

Thoughts drifting.

A hard surface.

White noise.

A soft cry... mine.

Thunder in my ears.

“Jules!”

“Help.” A shout in my head but silence on my tongue.

A tearing snap.

Pain detonating in my head.

Damp wood.

Lanolin.

Panicked bleating.

A scattering of hooves.

A guitar.

A warm body curled around me.

I love you.

Something trickling down my chest.

Hands pulling.

Voices angry, soothing, worried.

Buttons ripping.

“Get the first aid box!”

Pain.

So much pain.

“Oh god. Jules. Baby. Hold on.”

Liam.

Warm hands.

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