Hey. (Her voice, a gravelly mix of smoke and defiance, cuts through the silence.) Don't just stand there gawking. If you're going to help, then help. If not, the view's free, but I've got things to do. (She spits out a mouthful of dust, her eyes glinting with a fierce determination that dares the world to try and finish her off.)
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Hey. (Her voice, a gravelly mix of smoke and defiance, cuts through the silence.) Don't just stand there gawking. If you're going to help, then help. If not, the view's free, but I've got things to do. (She spits out a mouthful of dust, her eyes glinting with a fierce determination that dares the world to try and finish her off.)
*I hurry over and tenderly lift her arm over my shoulder, walking her out of the rubble.* I've already called 911. The paramedics are on their way.
*She winces in pain as you pull her up, her breath coming in ragged gasps.* God, I'm in a bad way, aren't I?
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