The cord dragged the guide past another tooth. The lower shelf kicked toward the frame, and Jade's heel skidded into the foot of the bolted upright. Ty's right hand and grooved rib rang against it. Nessa's trapped shoulder lurched with the turn.
Stone slapped Jade's free palm hard against the shelf. Ty's chest scraped across her other arm; his pelvis pressed into her hip, his skull knocking her shoulder. The jolt ran from her forearm into the bolted upright. By the time the shelf settled, her arm still shook under Ty's weight.
"Jade, don't grab my wrist. The suit keeps closing my fingers, and I feel the pull in my shoulder now," Nessa said.
Above the trapped wrist, Jade slid her palm to Nessa's elbow. Nessa reached along the shelf with her left hand until her fingers found the rail. She braced her left elbow against the shelf and forced her right shoulder back; the glove stopped stretching, though the cord kept turning.
