She tried to take mental stock of her body, but it was impossible under the heap of material on her—some of it sharp and cutting into her, some of it heavy, like rocks. Her arm hurt like a bitch—she knew that much—and it hurt to breathe.Sloane was yelling at her, saying they were going to get her out of there. She thought she heard Erika’s voice too, but her mind was swathed in gauze. Everything had happened so fast. She remembered a storm approaching. They’d just finished playing a song when all hell broke loose. She heard the crack of lights and scaffolding dislodging from above, but there’d been no time to escape, only time to throw an arm up to try to protect her head. It seemed to be still pinned above her. Pain lanced through her again and again, stealing what little breath remained in her lungs.Sirens, faint in the distance, and voices that were loud and persistent, gave her some measure of reassurance. The noise also kept her from giving in to the dizziness, the pain and the blinding fatigue.
