Frankie:
Before we could move forward, I was surrounded and stopped by everyone who cared for me. "You're hurt," Kane's voice broke through the adrenaline flooding my system long enough for me to feel the burning on my arm, the burning from the long gashes that stretched from my wrist to my elbows, spreading around my arm, making the damn thing look like hamburger meat.
"It's healing; I feel it closing. We should keep going before something else shows up." It was easy to hide the way my heart throbbed, how the pain in my arm paled in comparison to the fear in my chest about what might happen next. We were fortunate this time but may not be so fortunate during the next round.
Kane stopped me again, this time by taking my good arm and pulling me, forcing me to look in his direction. "We
