Hurt bad
“Tao!” Jung Lee cried out, tears streaming down her face. “Hold on, we’re coming!” With renewed strength, they continued clearing the debris until they had made a large enough opening for them to crawl through. Jung rushed to her husband’s side, embracing him as Harold assessed his injuries. Tao’s leg was badly bruised and appeared to be broken. “I can’t walk,” Tao whispered.
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