Elena's POV.

　　I rose to my feet, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I gazed at Anna, who lay motionless on the ground.

　　"Anna," I whispered, my voice trembling, but she didn't respond. She just winced in pain, her eyes squeezed shut.

　　Panicked, I rushed to the car and grabbed my phone, dialing Mercy's number with trembling fingers.

　　"I'm in trouble," I stammered, my voice shaking as she picked the call.

　　"Hey, Elena, what's wrong?" ...