“Where are you hurt?” His voice was frantic. “I’m okay.” We were alive. I sighed, hugging the boy. Later, I was sure my arms and legs would hurt like never before. But for now, we were alive. Thanks to the Guardian. He took my face in his hands, dropping his forehead to mine. His thumb traced my cheek, and tingles exploded on my skin. “You’re okay.” Was he reassuring me? Or himself? “I’m okay.” He leaned away, my face still in his hands. Thumb still tracing. I never wanted it to stop, but as shouts rang through the trees, he let me go.
