A hand reached out from the thick smoke and held her wrist tightly.
"Zayla, wake up."
Lincoln turned over and got into the car. He carried her and jumped out of the car.
At the critical moment...
Behind her...
Bang!
The explosion was deafening.
A huge cloud of fire rushed into the blue sky.
In an instant, the end of the bus was torn apart, leaving only the front of the car that had been corroded by fire.
The police and doctors of the clinic had arrived, and the ambulance was also on the way.
Zayla's breathing became weaker and weaker.
"Oxygen!" Lincoln roared.
The clinic doctor quickly handed her an oxygen cylinder.
Lincoln pressed the mask against her nose and mouth, sending oxygen.
"Zayla, wake up."
After a while...
Zayla's breathing began to become smooth. She frowned and opened her eyes in a daze. What she saw was a lava rock bracelet.