"No, no, no," Jonas desperately sputtered and he released her arms which limply fell. He leaned down closer to look underneath the sign. His face blanched -- as far as he could tell, the debris had flattened her middle until it was out of sight. If fear wasn't strangling him, he doubt he could have held back the sudden urge to vomit.
Looking back to Kobe, he saw her eyes slipping closed. She was ghostly pale. Jonas cupped her face with one hand. "Kobe," he tried but got no response. He put a second hand to her face and gave her a gentle squeeze. "Kobe," he said, louder than before. "I--" he began and glanced around him. People were darting this way and that while others cried out for help -- no one was going to stop to help them.
"Kobe, I'm going to go grab the journal and see if WWN has said anything, okay? Just please, please stay awake!"
Jonas wiped her brow clean and ran the back of his hand over her clammy cheek before he reluctantly scrambled away to go find his journal and hopefully, some good or helpful news.
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