My uncle’s eyes closed, and for several terrifying seconds I could hear nothing except my own heartbeat. I shook his shoulder gently and begged him to wake up, but there was no response. I pressed my fingers against his neck, searching desperately for a pulse, and when I finally felt one I whispered that he was alive, relief rushing through me all at once.I looked toward the direction where my father and Adrian had disappeared and called out for them, my voice echoing through the abandoned station, but no answer came. I pulled out my phone and called my father, and he answered almost immediately. He asked where I was, and I told him we were still inside the station. When he asked if they had caught the man, I told him no, that he had escaped through the rear entrance. My father told me to come back, and I said my uncle had been shot. He said they were coming right away, and I ended the call and pressed my hand against the wound, whispering for my uncle to stay with me.His eyes opene
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