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That Which Was Forgotten

           

           Sheeasedtoherkneesbesidehim,offeringupanincoherentprayerthathewasnotdead.Hisnosewasbleeding,andaterriblegoutofbloodhadspilledoutofhismouth.Thesideofhisfacewasapuffedpurplebruise.Buthewasbreathing,thankGodforthat.Itwascominginlong,harshdrawsthatshookhiswholeframe.

           Lookingathimmoreclosely,Wendy’seyeswidened.Onearmoftheparkahewaswearingwasblackenedandsinged.Onesideofithadbeenrippedopen.Therewasbloodinhishairandashallowbutuglyscratchdownthebackofhisneck.

           (MyGod,what’shappenedtohim?)

           "Danny!"thehoarse,petulantvoiceroaredfromabovethem."Getouthere,goddammit!"

           Therewasnotimetowonderaboutitnow.Shebegantoshakehim,herfacetwistingattheflareofagonyinherribs.Hersidefelthotandmassiveandswollen.

           (Whatifthey’repokingmylungwheneverImove?)

           Therewasnohelpforthat,either.IfJackfoundDanny,hewouldkillhim,beathimtodeathwiththatmalletashehadtriedtodotoher.

           SosheshookHallorann,andthenbegantoslaptheunbruisedsideofhisfacelightly.

           "Wakeup,"shesaid."Mr.Hallorann,you’vegottowakeup.Please…please…"

           Fromoverhead,therestlessboomingsoundsofthemalletasJackTorrancelookedforhisson.

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