"Dashiell! Are you okay?" Trisha asked, her voice trembling.
He winced again, trying to move his leg but barely managing it. "Not really," he admitted with a strained chuckle. "Think I messed up my leg pretty bad in that fall."
"Oh no..." Trisha knelt beside him, her eyes wide with worry. "Can you move it at all?"
"Not without feeling like I'm being stabbed," he said with a pained expression. "Looks like we're both stuck now."
She frowned, clearly distressed, but tried to stay calm. "Okay, we'll figure this out... maybe we can call for help."
"Yeah, that might be our best bet," he replied, his voice tight with pain as he shifted slightly. "But first... let's try to stay calm."
She nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to compose herself. "Right... okay. First things first, we need to see if we can get some light in here. Let me look around and see what I can find."
