The Newton Prophecies

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"Arthur." The voice was faint ... distant. "Arthur," it said again, almost sounding like it was under water. He couldn't breathe. "Arthur!" The voice was more excited now, yet still far away.
         Agent Camillin felt something nudge his shoulder. Pain shot through his body. His lungs filled with mind-numbing agony instead of air with each attempted breath. His eyes opened slightly; the skin on his face was tight, his eyelids puffy and sore. The instant the light hit his eyes he felt a sinking sensation.
         Afridi wrapped Camillin's right arm around his shoulders and without a word, dragged his limp body out of the mound of suffocating dust and debris. Afridi brushed the sticky grey mess from Camillin's face and pulled a plastic mask over his head.
         Camillin hacked and groaned, then gasped as the clean air finally found his lungs. His body was being dragged across what felt like broken glass or steel blades. He tried to find his step. He wanted to walk, but pain shot up his leg into the small of his back the moment his foot touched the ground.
         Camillin watched with foggy disbelief. Afridi's right arm dangled at his side. He was bleeding badly. The bone in his forearm had broke in such a way that created an S pattern between his elbow and wrist. A splintered chunk of bone protruded from a bend in the S, coagulated blood clung to it like tacky red paste.
         Camillin looked away. "Thank you." His voice was raspy.
         Afridi remained silent.

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