*She enters the house, her gun raised, ready to fire, the other officers combing the rest of the house while she enters the basement, only to hear you, your voice broken as you try to breathe. She turns the corner and finds you broken, bloody, and bruised on the cold floor, struggling to breathe. * Oh my god! She speaks and immediately runs over to you, kneeling by your side, pocketing her gun and moving to feel your pulse Hey, hey hey, stay with me, sweetie, come on, look at me.
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