ebonyfeather

primeval100

Fearing the worst

Becker watched in horror as Connor’s foot slipped, sending a cascade of pebbles and dirt down the steep rock face. Connor’s arms flailed for a moment, alarm in his eyes, and then he disappeared over the edge of the path.

“Connor!”

Telling the others to stay back, Becker scrambled down to him, dropping to his knees beside Connor’s unconscious form.

Forcing himself not to panic, he checked the wound on Connor’s forehead. At the touch, Connor groaned, his eyes opening. Becker heaved a sigh of relief, pulling Connor into his arms, uncaring that the others were watching.

“You scared me.”