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"Aw, fuck," she says "Listen, don’t you just have some Steri-Strips? Seriously"

The paramedics look at each other, and back at her

She tries a different tactic "I don’t have any insurance, guys I can’t afford this Please"

One of the ht? Listen, you were in a coid Unconscious You smacked your head on the corner of a rusty metal coffee cart"

Janie wheedles theot a e future rides on it I’ treatment Now let me off of here"

Slowly, the paras her heavy, unfeeling legs over the side

of the stretcher just as Captain Koh the security check

"What the hell is going on down here?" she asks brightly "Why, hello, Ms Hannagan Are you corabs a hunk of gauze, trying to find the source of the blood

"I’ any second now," Janie e

Sticks the landing like ol’ what’s her na her, an amused look on her face She offers Janie her arm "Coht" She waves the parahtning

Janie sauze to her eye Her sweatshirt is stained with blood She feels like she’s wearing cement shoes, and her head feels like a balloon

"I called on ot the scoop," she explains when the paraone "I wonder if we need to have a chat in ot to put her watch on when she left the house, and she’s lost without it

"Six fifteen, or thereabouts," Captain says "I ih by now, don’t you?"

Janie is having trouble concentrating She knows she needs to eat She gives a shaky laugh "I suppose that’s up to you, sir," she murmurs

And then she remembers

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