Calling her name loudly, I tried to pull out the sticks that had nailed her.

 

My hands were shaking uncontrollably, and my palms were stained with a large amount of her blood.

 

A shocking amount of blood was gurgling down her body.

 

Perhaps it was because she heard my voice, or perhaps it was because of the pain caused by the sticks being removed, but Brenda opened her eyes a little before closing them again.

 

That small movement was enough to give me a glimmer of hope.

 

I picked her up and carried her out of the pit.

 

Then, carrying her in my arms, I ran wildly to the hospital.

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