Maya followed hesitantly, boots slipping in the mud. Then—barely visible past the jungle gym—she saw it. A splash of blue against the soaked mulch. A shape, not moving. Her pulse surged. She picked up her pace, the wind pulling at her coat.
A woman lay sprawled near the swing set, her one arm twisted unnaturally, motionless but breathing. Maya rushed forward, heart pounding, and knelt beside him. “Hey!” she said, her voice tight. “Are you alright?” She touched her arm gently. The woman stirred, groaning faintly as she tried to sit up.