"I'm Johnny," I said to her, biting my lips to keep from smiling. "Who are you?" "Shannon," she whispered. Her eyelids grew a little heavy, but quickly opened again when I nudged her cheeks. "Like the river," she added with a small sigh. I laughed at her answer. "Well, Shannon like the river," I said lightly, desperately trying to keep her awake, to keep her talking. "Your parents are coming. They're probably going to take you to the hospital to get you checked out." "Johnny," she groaned and grimaced. "Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. This isn't good…" "What?" I urged her to continue. "What isn't good?" "My dad," she whispered. I furrowed my brows. "Your dad?" "Can you save me?" I frowned. "Do you want me to save you?"