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Fin slammed into the wet concrete, her knee twisting beneath her. Fire shot up her left leg. Her elbow cracked the ground hard enough to make her want to vomit.
People were yelling. She rolled to her back and looked for the truck. It was nowhere to be seen. And then her gaze landed on Nikkie Jean. “Nik!”
Fin pulled herself to her feet and hurried to the other woman.
Nikkie Jean had pushed her out of the way at the very last second.
“Nikkie Jean!”
Fin forced the fear aside and went into physician mode. Impact injuries could be deadly. If the truck had run over Nikkie Jean, there would be crushing injuries, as well.
At first, she thought Nikkie Jean was unconscious, but then Nikkie Jean moved. Blood covered her forehead. Blood was everywhere.
“Did he make impact?” Fin asked. “Nikkie Jean, can you hear me?”
Nikkie Jean’s hazel eyes opened. “I hear you. I jumped. Ten years of gymnastics came...in...handy. Hit my head...on the car there. You ok?”
“Yes. Thanks to you. I just froze. Thanks.”
“Anytime.” Nikkie Jean slumped back to the ground. Fin checked the source of the blood, as people came running.
Hands wrapped around her from behind, and she was pulled out of the way.
And into Virat’s arms.