Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I left Hawk hanging last week, so I guess I should be nice and let everyone know whether he’s okay or not. I can actually be nice, sometimes, by the way. 😉
I groaned and rolled my head from one side to the other. It was hard to force my eyes open, but finally they cracked. I saw two faces above me, but they were blurry around the edges. I reached my hand up to my forehead and realized my helmet was gone.
”Take it slow,” a voice said over me. “That was quite a spill you took.”
Wraith. That was Wraith’s voice. At least my brain wasn’t so rattled I couldn’t recall that much. “Damon,” I gasped, nearly shooting right up, despite Wraith’s hands trying to pin me to the ground.
Where’s Damon? Did something happen to him as well? How badly hurt is Hawk?