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The word victih me Oren had become a victi," Noel answered, a split second before I blurted, "My husband"

Noel glanced at an to relay information as we fed it to him "Six foot two White male Twenty-two years old He fell in at the waterfall at Rainly Embankment collapsed Search and rescue requested i it relayed in that cal It eneric case nu list of other "victi to get any special treatment at all, as if no one cared that my entire world had just turned upside down, and the love of my life was in immediate fatal trouble

When we reached the spot where I’d last seen hiri, he could’ve already been dragged a mile downstream Damn" He murmured the last part under his breath, so I don’t think ere h my head

Damn

Damn

Damn

As if Oren was already a lost cause

I flipped out all over again, and Noel had to once again pull me to him and deal with my hysteria

They found Oren half an hour later He actually hadn’t gone too far downstrealed in a piece of driftwood that had gotten lodged between two boulders, which in essence trapped Oren in one spot and somehow miraculously kept his head above water, while the current beat over the rest of his body

It took theet someone down to him and call up to us that Oren was still alive but unconscious, and then another hour and a half after that to get him out of the water and onto dry land

I dashed to him, but about half a dozen unifor me the paramedics needed to tend to himand that I wouldn’t want to see him like this, anyway