I went one way and Rickard the other. To be honest I forgot all about him in that instant, was only vaguely aware that he was nearer the exit door than I was. I threw myself over Jimena’s still form and onto the floor, crouched and got my fingers under the edge of her bed and heaved it up so that the bed toppled, spilling its occupant on the floor. The bed on its side wasn’t much of a shield, but it was all I had.

It’s hard to describe the explosion. I was so close that I didn’t actually hear it, just felt the metal frame of the bed slam me and throw me back against the near wall. For the briefest of moments it seemed the frame was going to cut me to pieces, as though I was being passed through a massive dicing machine. But then the pressure was gone, I went facedown on the floor and the bed collapsed on top of me.

That wasn’t so bad.

Until I tried to raise my head and found that the commands of my brain were being ignored by my body. Then I heard noise: the slamming beat of blood pounding through my inner ears, someone roaring in deep-throated agony.

Pain assaulted me in every fiber.

My fingertips were twitching and I was oddly aware of the movement as though watching from outside myself. I wondered who was groaning in agony. A black wave passed through my mind and I felt like I was falling into a deep hole. I clawed at a dull spark of lucidity, refusing to succumb to the darkness, except it was a losing battle.

It was as though a black drape had dropped over my head. In panic I imagined that I was being zipped into a body bag and I fought against the enfolding material. I’m still alive, I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. I kicked, bucked and came to my knees. Or that’s how it seemed. When I opened my eyes again I was still facedown. A troop of Nazis marched over my spine, stamping down with their jack boots.

And someone was still groaning.

Me.

I shoved over onto my side. It was an Olympic-scale effort just to do that. My hearing was compressed by the pressure of the detonation, so that all I could hear were screeches and clicks and the beating of my own heart. The latter at least was a good thing. Didn’t mean I was going to survive but it was a start.