Startled, Neal turned around, and his eyes widened in shock at once as he set eyes on the brown hair lady crawling on the ground in agony.

"Darcy!"

Neal ran to his wife, gathering her in his arms.

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Her damp nightgown clung to her fair skin while her body was muddy. And her hair dripped down her back. Her hands, covering her wounded and bloody stomach, were soaked in blood. A painful cry escaped her quivering lips while her pearly, teary eyes looked up at Neal.

"Neal_ _ _," she groaned, tears trickling down her chin. "It's you," she whispered.

"It's you, my love," Darcy cried.

With his trembling hands, Neal placed his hands over hers, the rim of his eyes red with tears.