Jason's breath came back with a cough and a gasp, just in time for him to regain his bearings and then be thrown again, this time into the bed. He only had time to keep Alli shielded and hope to God Cami was doing all right on her own. The screams in his ears were both distant and piercing at the same time and still he hadn't heard Cami make a sound. That was when the panic really set in.
Before he could really even process what was going on, he was thrown a third time and hit the wall again when he had enough realization of what was happening to curl his body just slightly to miss the goddamn dresser. Apples from the trees were flying around the room, smashing mirrors and rolling around the floor lazily and one of the branches came crashing down on the bed. With wide eyes, he realized that if he hadn't been thrown the third time, it definitely would've impaled him or Alli. Or both of them.
And then everything stopped and Alli's screams were reduced to silent fits of tears and sobs that she couldn't seem to voice. Distractedly, he patted her back in case she'd had the wind knocked out of her as well and he looked over at Cami, finally spotting her in a crumpled heap on the floor. He realized that he tasted blood at the same time that he noticed it was seeping down her face. Turning his head to spit out a tooth - or two, he thought perhaps - he let go of Alli and crawled to Cami, letting Alli drag along with him because of her vice grip around his neck. "Cam?" he tried to shout, but for lack of voice, it came out as a hoarse whisper. He slapped at her face gently with one hand and then pushed her hair - and blood - out of her eyes. "Cami, get up...it's over..." he gasped. His throat was on fire.