The warning, however, was too late. Marx crashed into a soft wall. He heard a cry before he fell on his back and landed on a soft body.
Before he came back to his senses, he felt two soft arms hugging him tight. He quickly unfastened the arms and rolled to the right. As he expected, it was Phoebe. He stood up.
"Sorry, I did not see you. Are you alright?" he asked in a concerned voice. It was his fault, after all. He extended his hand to help her up.
Phoebe was delighted. She happily took Marx's hand and let him pull her up.
She landed on dried leaves, so her body had no serious injury apart from her exposed upper arms that reddened. However, she acted as if she was seriously injured.
"My back hurts." She said pitifully.
"Are you alright, Phoebe?" Dave, who had just gotten out of the water, hurried to them. Liza and Margaret followed right behind him.
"She said that her back hurts," Marx repeated Phoebe's words.
