89 Out Of Controll

Manolo’s POV

When I woke up from the pain, I felt as if my bones were breaking.

I held my waking position, slowly regaining consciousness for a while, and then I tried to move my limbs.

Thank God, only some pain, my bones are not broken.

I got up carefully and looked around.

This is not the bottom of the valley, but a huge rock protruding from the middle of the cliff. I looked up at the trees on the cliff above me and the leaves on my body and felt a sense of relief.

We fell into the tree. The branches and leaves slowed us down so we didn't die when we landed on this rock.

Wait, we?

Where's Sibyl?

I looked around anxiously, dragging my injured leg.

In a corner near the cliff wall, I saw Sibyl lying on the ground.

"Sibyl, wake up!" I called her name, holding her head.

She didn't respond. I put my fingers under her nose. Thank God she's breathing.

It's sunrise, and the temperature in the valley is very low. I touched her cold hand. Her body is so cold that I must get her temperature bac