Limping, she gripped the doorjamb.

Limping, she gripped the doorjamb. There was an enormous pile of scrap. “Lucian! Answer me!”
The dust was still settling. The leather sole of his shoe peeked out beneath a board hammered with rusty nails. “Jesus Christ!”
Like claws, her hands reached into the debris, careless of scrapes and cuts, her flesh tearing as she sifted the larger pieces out of the way. “Baby, say something. Please.” Where was his face?
Hurling a large piece of wood out of the way, she finally found him. His eyes were closed and his skin was covered with fallen clay and dirt. She carefully climbed over the debris and touched his face, leaning close to hear him breathing. “Lucian, Lucian, baby, open your eyes. Please open your eyes.”
Her face burned as tears smudged past her lashes. The grit was blinding. “He’s not waking up! Somebody help me!”
There was movement above her, but she couldn’t take her gaze off of Lucian. It wasn’t right for him to lay there so unconscious and vulnerable. She pressed her lips to his and whispered, begging for him to please open his eyes. He groaned and she jerked back.
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay. Just relax. We’ll get you out of here.”
A crude curse rasped softly over her whimpered cries.
She started as Dugan was suddenly behind her. He lifted away the boards she couldn’t move and did a quick check of his body. He cursed. “I’m going to have to call an ambulance. I don’t know if anything’s broken and I don’t want to shift him and make it worse.”
Dugan made the call and she continued to comfort Lucian any way she could. Within minutes the whine of sirens in the distance could be heard. Her body wouldn’t stop shaking.
She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead.
Her hands gripped her hair and pulled hard.
He’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be okay.
When the EMTs arrived, she slid into the corner, feeling more at home in the shadows of a crack house than in their presence. Silently, she rocked as a brace was clamped around Lucian’s neck and a plank was slid beneath his body. Her mind was going a mile a minute.
Straps wrapped around him as he was lifted up, and then he was on a gurney. As they wheeled him away, the gaping void was too far to cross, too real, too painful, too terrifying. He was leaving her.
Pearl’s empty eyes, Lucian’s body being taken away, a mad carousel whirled through her head, mocking her.
What about Momma? Where do I go?
“Scout!” She jerked at the sound of Parker’s voice.
“You need to go with him,” he said and she vibrated with fear. “Do you hear me? He needs you. Get up and go with him before they leave.”
She couldn’t make any words come. Her legs refused to work. Her thoughts fragmented, snapping into a million pieces, each one too heavy to bear. The carousel went round again, her mother’s lifeless, bloodshot eyes staring through that dust, and Lucian lying still as a corpse.
“Scout! Go!”
“I can’t!”
“Yes. You. Can.”
Her head shook senselessly. “She’s dead. I can’t lose him too.”
“You’re not going to lose him, now come on!”
Her body was yanked off the ground, dragged out of the horrid-smelling building and into the street. Her vision protested as the sun pierced her eyes. The ambulance conquered the limo in height. Parker hauled her along, and Lucian’s feet came into view as he was loaded into the back of the ambulance. There were lights and people in uniforms and machines, and it was all very scary.
“She’s going with him,” Parker demanded.
“Who is she?” a man in a uniform asked.
“She’s his fiancée,” Dugan announced, barring any arguments.
She turned to Dugan. “My mom . . .”
“I’ll handle everything, Evelyn. You go with Lucian now.”
She blinked, suddenly wanting to hug him for being there, but all she could manage was a jagged nod.
She was lifted into the car and tried her best to sink into the stiff bench and hide. The doors closed and hands probed at Lucian’s limbs. She knew they were helping him but she wanted to throw herself over him protectively and scream that they stop touching him.
A cuff wrapped around his arm and his eyelids were lifted so a man could shine a light in his eyes. His face was powdered with debris and a bruise tinted his temple. There was blood crusted on his lip. She looked away when he didn’t respond to the light glaring in his eyes. The ambulance lurched and rushed over the roads adding to her dizziness.
“Ma’am, hold on to that strap.” It took her a minute to realize the man in the uniform was speaking to her. Robotically, she did as he instructed.
There was so much noise between the ambulance moving, the machines, the walkie-talkies, and all the equipment rattling on the walls. Every breath seemed deliberate and forced. Her hand reached out and touched the cool feathered strands of Lucian’s hair. It was the only place she was certain she wouldn’t hurt him.
Movement caught her eye as the EMT took a pair of scissors and began cutting Lucian’s shirt away. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“We need to check his ribs.”
“You’re ruining his clothes.”
“That’s the least of his problems,” the guy mumbled, and she gasped, pressing her knuckles to her mouth and sucking back a sob.
“Sorry, I just meant after a fall like that he probably has a broken rib or two. His vitals are good, so there’s no need to get too upset.”
She ignored him. Why wouldn’t he wake up? Open your eyes and look at me! You said you’d never leave me!
When they reached the hospital, things went from scary to terrifying. She hated these places for a reason. Lucian was hauled through a set of electronic doors, faster than she could keep up with.
“Miss? Excuse me, Miss! You’re going to have to wait here until the doctor sees him.”
“But . . . I’m . . . I’m his fiancée.”
“Sorry. That’s not the same as wife. I’ll let the doctor know you’re waiting.”
She turned and the world continued to spin. Her mom was dead and she couldn’t go wherever they were taking Lucian. Faces stared at her as she stood there, unsure of where to go. A police officer approached her and she took a step back.
Like an animal cornered, she shrilled, “I’m waiting for my fiancé!”
The officer held up his hands. “Okay, but you need to take a seat. You’re blocking the patient entrance.”
She nodded and jerkily walked to the closest chair and forced herself to sit. The officer looked like he was going to say something else, but then an alarm started to beep and a nurse called out a code. The doors she had been waiting by opened and her heart stopped.
Lucian stood, face haggard, sweat dotting his brow, shirt cut open, his weight braced on the wall. Nurses rushed toward him and he slowly lifted a shaky arm and pointed directly to Evelyn.
“She comes with me.” He sounded nothing like himself.
Evelyn sobbed in relief and ran to him. “You’re awake,” she cried as her arms carefully hugged him and he winced.
“Sir, this is a hospital—”
“I’m aware. I paid for several wings. Now go back to your desk and get out of my way.” His voice was stern and left no room for argument.
As they turned, he draped a goodly amount of weight on her shoulders, nearly collapsing her to the floor. An obviously irritated doctor scowled at him.
“Get me out of this curtained tent and put me in a real goddamn room before I find some other hospital to support. And someone contact Dr. Sheffield and get her here. Now!”
A nurse produced a wheelchair, but looked none too happy at assisting Lucian. Evelyn gripped the hand that didn’t seem to be bothering him as they raced down the long hall and entered an elevator. They rode in silence, Lucian appearing to have depleted his strength, but he never let go of her hand.
They traveled down one long corridor after another until they finally entered a room. It was nothing like she expected. The walls were creamy butter yellow and paneled in dark cherrywood. The bed was made in soft linens and the windows were draped with thick valances. A couch sat along one wall and a large sink adorned the other. Aside from the railing on the bed, it looked more like a hotel room than a hospital room.
The nurse grumbled a few words about the doctor and helped Lucian get settled. Evelyn once again felt pushed away, so she went the couch and waited for the doctors to tell her he would be okay. She needed someone to confirm that he would be okay. By the time the nurse shut the door, his eyes were closed.
She backed up to the couch and lowered her weight.
Pearl’s dead.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Pincang, ia mencengkeram doorjamb. Ada tumpukan besar memo. "Lucian! Jawaban saya!"Debu masih menetap. Satu-satunya kulit Sepatu mengintip di bawah papan yang dipalu dengan kuku yang berkarat. "Yesus Kristus!"Seperti cakar, tangannya merogoh puing-puing, ceroboh dari goresan dan luka, daging dia robek karena dia diayak potongan besar keluar dari jalan. "Baby, mengatakan sesuatu. Please." Mana Apakah wajahnya?Melemparkan sepotong besar kayu keluar dari jalan, dia akhirnya menemukan dirinya. Mata ditutup, dan kulitnya ditutupi dengan tanah liat yang jatuh dan kotoran. Ia dengan hati-hati memanjat puing-puing dan menyentuh wajahnya, miring Tutup untuk mendengar dia napas. "Lucian, Lucian, bayi, membuka mata Anda. Silahkan buka mata Anda."Wajahnya dibakar sebagai air mata tercoreng melewati dia bulu mata. Grit menyilaukan. "Ia adalah tidak bangun! Seseorang membantu saya!"Ada gerakan di atas dia, tapi dia tidak bisa mengambil pandangan matanya dari Lucian. Tidak tepat bagi dia untuk berbaring di sana jadi sadar dan rentan. Dia menekan bibirnya nya dan berbisik, meminta dia untuk silahkan membuka matanya. Dia mengerang dan ia tersentak kembali."Shh, tidak apa-apa. Kau baik-baik saja. Hanya bersantai. Kita akan mendapatkan Anda keluar dari sini."Kutukan mentah serak lembut atas menangis whimpered.Dia mulai sebagai Dugan tiba-tiba belakangnya. Ia mengangkat papan-papan yang dia tidak bisa bergerak dan melakukan pemeriksaan cepat tubuhnya. Ia dikutuk. "Aku akan harus memanggil ambulans. Saya tidak tahu jika sesuatu telah rusak dan saya tidak ingin bergeser dia dan membuatnya lebih buruk."Dugan membuat panggilan dan dia terus kenyamanan Lucian apapun cara yang dia bisa. Dalam beberapa menit merengek sirene di kejauhan bisa didengar. Tubuhnya tidak akan berhenti gemetar.Dia sudah mati. Dia sudah mati. Dia sudah mati. Dia sudah mati. Dia sudah mati. Dia sudah mati. Dia sudah mati.Tangannya mencengkeram rambutnya dan menarik keras.Dia akan baik-baik saja. Dia akan baik-baik saja. Dia akan baik-baik saja.Ketika tiba EMT, dia meluncur ke sudut, merasa lebih di rumah di bayang-bayang rumah retak daripada dalam kehadiran mereka. Diam-diam, dia mengguncang sebagai penjepit menutup di sekitar Lucian di leher dan papan meluncur di bawah tubuhnya. Pikirannya akan berjarak menit.Tali dibungkus sekelilingnya seperti ia mengangkat, dan kemudian dia berada di gurney. Seperti mereka roda dia pergi, kekosongan menganga adalah terlalu jauh untuk menyeberang, terlalu nyata, terlalu menyakitkan, terlalu menakutkan. Ia meninggalkan Dia.Pearl mata kosong, Lucian di tubuh yang dibawa pergi, korsel gila berputar melalui kepalanya, mengejek dia.Apa tentang Momma? Mana aku pergi?"Pramuka!" Ia tersentak di suara suara Parker."Anda perlu untuk pergi bersamanya," katanya dan dia bergetar dengan rasa takut. "Apakah Anda mendengar saya? Ia membutuhkan Anda. Bangun dan pergi bersamanya sebelum mereka pergi.Dia tidak bisa membuat setiap kata-kata yang datang. Kakinya menolak untuk bekerja. Pikirannya terfragmentasi, gertakan potong juta, masing-masing terlalu berat untuk dipikul. Carousel pergi sepanjang lagi, ibunya tak bernyawa, merah mata menatap melalui itu debu, dan Lucian berbaring masih sebagai mayat.“Scout! Go!”“I can’t!”“Yes. You. Can.”Her head shook senselessly. “She’s dead. I can’t lose him too.”“You’re not going to lose him, now come on!”Her body was yanked off the ground, dragged out of the horrid-smelling building and into the street. Her vision protested as the sun pierced her eyes. The ambulance conquered the limo in height. Parker hauled her along, and Lucian’s feet came into view as he was loaded into the back of the ambulance. There were lights and people in uniforms and machines, and it was all very scary.“She’s going with him,” Parker demanded.“Who is she?” a man in a uniform asked.“She’s his fiancée,” Dugan announced, barring any arguments.She turned to Dugan. “My mom . . .”“I’ll handle everything, Evelyn. You go with Lucian now.”She blinked, suddenly wanting to hug him for being there, but all she could manage was a jagged nod.She was lifted into the car and tried her best to sink into the stiff bench and hide. The doors closed and hands probed at Lucian’s limbs. She knew they were helping him but she wanted to throw herself over him protectively and scream that they stop touching him.A cuff wrapped around his arm and his eyelids were lifted so a man could shine a light in his eyes. His face was powdered with debris and a bruise tinted his temple. There was blood crusted on his lip. She looked away when he didn’t respond to the light glaring in his eyes. The ambulance lurched and rushed over the roads adding to her dizziness.“Ma’am, hold on to that strap.” It took her a minute to realize the man in the uniform was speaking to her. Robotically, she did as he instructed.There was so much noise between the ambulance moving, the machines, the walkie-talkies, and all the equipment rattling on the walls. Every breath seemed deliberate and forced. Her hand reached out and touched the cool feathered strands of Lucian’s hair. It was the only place she was certain she wouldn’t hurt him.Movement caught her eye as the EMT took a pair of scissors and began cutting Lucian’s shirt away. “What are you doing?” she demanded.“We need to check his ribs.”“You’re ruining his clothes.”“That’s the least of his problems,” the guy mumbled, and she gasped, pressing her knuckles to her mouth and sucking back a sob.“Sorry, I just meant after a fall like that he probably has a broken rib or two. His vitals are good, so there’s no need to get too upset.”She ignored him. Why wouldn’t he wake up? Open your eyes and look at me! You said you’d never leave me!When they reached the hospital, things went from scary to terrifying. She hated these places for a reason. Lucian was hauled through a set of electronic doors, faster than she could keep up with.“Miss? Excuse me, Miss! You’re going to have to wait here until the doctor sees him.”“But . . . I’m . . . I’m his fiancée.”“Sorry. That’s not the same as wife. I’ll let the doctor know you’re waiting.”She turned and the world continued to spin. Her mom was dead and she couldn’t go wherever they were taking Lucian. Faces stared at her as she stood there, unsure of where to go. A police officer approached her and she took a step back.Like an animal cornered, she shrilled, “I’m waiting for my fiancé!”The officer held up his hands. “Okay, but you need to take a seat. You’re blocking the patient entrance.”She nodded and jerkily walked to the closest chair and forced herself to sit. The officer looked like he was going to say something else, but then an alarm started to beep and a nurse called out a code. The doors she had been waiting by opened and her heart stopped.Lucian stood, face haggard, sweat dotting his brow, shirt cut open, his weight braced on the wall. Nurses rushed toward him and he slowly lifted a shaky arm and pointed directly to Evelyn.“She comes with me.” He sounded nothing like himself.Evelyn sobbed in relief and ran to him. “You’re awake,” she cried as her arms carefully hugged him and he winced.“Sir, this is a hospital—”“I’m aware. I paid for several wings. Now go back to your desk and get out of my way.” His voice was stern and left no room for argument.As they turned, he draped a goodly amount of weight on her shoulders, nearly collapsing her to the floor. An obviously irritated doctor scowled at him.“Get me out of this curtained tent and put me in a real goddamn room before I find some other hospital to support. And someone contact Dr. Sheffield and get her here. Now!”A nurse produced a wheelchair, but looked none too happy at assisting Lucian. Evelyn gripped the hand that didn’t seem to be bothering him as they raced down the long hall and entered an elevator. They rode in silence, Lucian appearing to have depleted his strength, but he never let go of her hand.They traveled down one long corridor after another until they finally entered a room. It was nothing like she expected. The walls were creamy butter yellow and paneled in dark cherrywood. The bed was made in soft linens and the windows were draped with thick valances. A couch sat along one wall and a large sink adorned the other. Aside from the railing on the bed, it looked more like a hotel room than a hospital room.The nurse grumbled a few words about the doctor and helped Lucian get settled. Evelyn once again felt pushed away, so she went the couch and waited for the doctors to tell her he would be okay. She needed someone to confirm that he would be okay. By the time the nurse shut the door, his eyes were closed.She backed up to the couch and lowered her weight.Pearl’s dead.