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Chapter 9

           Theshortonewasalreadyontheground,kneelingbesidethegirl,feelingforherpulseandleaningovertolistentoherheartbeat.

           "WhosaidClinthadfirstshotather?"someoneyelledfromthecrowd.Therewereseveralbarksoflaughter."I’mnext!"

           Howcantheyjokearound?Thomasthought.Thegirl’shalfdead.Hefeltsickinside.

           Alby’seyesnarrowed;hismouthpulledintoatightgrinthatdidn’tlooklikeithadanythingtodowithhumor."Ifanybodytouchesthisgirl,"Albysaid,"you’regonnaspendthenightsleepin’withtheGrieversintheMaze.Banished,noquestions."Hepaused,turninginaslowcircleasifhewantedeverypersontoseehisface."Ain’tnobodybettertouchher!Nobody!"

           ItwasthefirsttimeThomashadactuallylikedhearingsomethingcomeoutofAlby’smouth.

           Theshortguywho’dbeenreferredtoasaMed-jackClint,ifthespectatorhadbeencorrectstoodupfromhisexamination."Sheseemsfine.Breathingokay,normalheartbeat.Thoughit’sabitslow.Yourguessisasgoodasmine,butI’dsayshe’sinacoma.Jeff,let’stakehertotheHomestead."

           Hispartner,Jeff,steppedovertograbherbythearmswhileClinttookholdofherfeet.Thomaswishedhecoulddomorethanwatchwitheverypassingsecond,hedoubtedmoreandmorethatwhathe’dsaidearlierwastrue.Shedidseemfamiliar;hefeltaconnectiontoher,thoughitwasimpossibletograspinhismind.Theideamadehimnervous,andhelookedaround,asifsomeonemight’veheardhisthoughts.

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