Her right leg, gruesome and mangled, lay before her, rendered useless by the merciless force that had crushed it.
Despite the severity of her injury, there was an odd absence of pain in her expression, as if she had disconnected from the physical torment.
Her face, etched with lines of anguish, betrayed the immense strain she endured. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, glistening under the harsh light.
"I am here now, everything will be fine," Kalve whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the surrounding turmoil.
Slowly and cautiously, he made his way closer to her, his footsteps deliberate and purposeful.
"Kalve…" Theresa whispered slowly, her voice barely a breath, her eyes darting to the side where he stood.
In that fleeting moment, her eyes flickered with a glimmer of recognition before glazing back over, lost once again in the depths of her confusion.
