“Hollander?” A different voice. “Ilya?” Did I say that? Shane heard his own voice, but had he moved his lips? He blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus. “Is he all right?” That was Ilya’s voice for sure. It sounded different, though. It was...unsteady. Panicked. “Mmokay,” Shane murmured. He had no idea if it was true, but he didn’t want to hear the worry in Ilya’s voice anymore. “We’re going to move you onto the spinal board, Shane. Keep your head still, please.” Spinal board? “Ilya, please stand back,” the authoritative voice said. And the dark blur that had been looming over Shane
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