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"Hey, buddy," said Ryland, looking at me from afar. "Why are you crying?"
"Can you please just leave me alone, Ry?" I interjected angrily. He backed away slightly. "No one's coming for me and I hate how much it stings."
"I understand that. I don't know if help will come, and my phone's charging back at the biodome, so I'll stay here with you."
I smiled a bit, still wincing from all of my wounds and bruises. "I got hurt on the way here, Ry," I cried softly.
Suddenly, Rocky came with a first aid kit and helped us out.