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Annalise groaned, lifting her head from the hard surface she landed on. It somehow fitted her to be the one to fall into a hole. 'Why is there a hole in the middle of a field where children might play?'

Annalise tried to get up, but something weighing down her back stopped her. She opened her eyes, having somewhat of an idea of what she had landed on. To no surprise, Rafael laid under her with his eyes closed. 

'Did I kill him? Not like this!' Her mind screamed. It would be boring if this was how he died.

"R-Rafael?" She hesitantly poked his face. "Are you dead?"

"Move your knee," Rafael muttered in a low deep voice. He was already in a lot of pain and Annalise wasn't making it any better. 

"My knee? Oh," Annalise smiled as she realised where her foot was positioned. "I almost rid Beatrice of any chance to have a grandchild. You could always adopt, but your wife might not be happy."