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She
eased
to
her
knees
beside
him
,
offering
up
an
incoherent
prayer
that
he
was
not
dead
.
His
nose
was
bleeding
,
and
a
terrible
gout
of
blood
had
spilled
out
of
his
mouth
.
The
side
of
his
face
was
a
puffed
purple
bruise
.
But
he
was
breathing
,
thank
God
for
that
.
It
was
coming
in
long
,
harsh
draws
that
shook
his
whole
frame
.
Looking
at
him
more
closely
,
Wendy
’
s
eyes
widened
.
One
arm
of
the
parka
he
was
wearing
was
blackened
and
singed
.
One
side
of
it
had
been
ripped
open
.
There
was
blood
in
his
hair
and
a
shallow
but
ugly
scratch
down
the
back
of
his
neck
.
(
My
God
,
what
’
s
happened
to
him
?
)
"
Danny
!
"
the
hoarse
,
petulant
voice
roared
from
above
them
.
"
Get
out
here
,
goddammit
!
"
There
was
no
time
to
wonder
about
it
now
.
She
began
to
shake
him
,
her
face
twisting
at
the
flare
of
agony
in
her
ribs
.
Her
side
felt
hot
and
massive
and
swollen
.
(
What
if
they
’
re
poking
my
lung
whenever
I
move
?
)
There
was
no
help
for
that
,
either
.
If
Jack
found
Danny
,
he
would
kill
him
,
beat
him
to
death
with
that
mallet
as
he
had
tried
to
do
to
her
.
So
she
shook
Hallorann
,
and
then
began
to
slap
the
unbruised
side
of
his
face
lightly
.
"
Wake
up
,
"
she
said
.
"
Mr
.
Hallorann
,
you
’
ve
got
to
wake
up
.
Please
…
please
…
"
From
overhead
,
the
restless
booming
sounds
of
the
mallet
as
Jack
Torrance
looked
for
his
son
.
