“I need to see her!” Simile heard the anxious voice, Emily. “Let me in damn it!”
“Just let me patch her up, she’s lost a lot of blood, we need to transfuse so she can heal properly.”
“You can do that with me in the damned room,” Emily said.
“Fine. Just stay out of the way.” Joseph, her dad. Were they talking about her? Yes, her arm, Diego! She tried to sit up, but her body felt heavy.
“Shh, baby, I’m right here, your dad will fix you up.”
“Andy?”
“She’s okay too, just relax, everyone is okay.”
Simile nodded, then her eyes flew open again. “Diego, you…”
“Shh, not now,” Emily said and pressed a hand to her mouth. “We’ll talk later.” Simile nodded and closed her eyes. Later, they would talk.
“You did what?” It was Andy’s angry question. Simile tried to open her eyes.
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