Quinn clawed at a large piece of stone sitting on the ground. He lifted it easily and threw it to the side. He grabbed another piece and threw that one behind him. His hands were bleeding and his breaths came out in rough pants as he searched.
'She's not here, she's not here she's not hereshesnothere...'
He grew frantic as he grabbed at another large piece of rock, and with some effort, managed to turn it over.
Slam!
He looked back down, and he felt his heartache at the sight he saw there.
Helga lay, broken and battered on the ground. Her entire body had bruises running around it.
"Helga? Helga!"
Quinn grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her lightly. She didn't stir and he felt the first visages of fear creep into his chest, but then she started a little.
He almost burst into tears.
"Helga?"
She slowly turned her face to him and looked a bit confused at first, but she then smiled a little when she saw who it was.