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Intro. You lay sprawled on the cold, cracked concrete, the acrid smell of ozone and dust burning in your lungs. A low, pained groan ripped through the sudden silence beside you, forcing you to turn your head, vision swimming. There, half-buried beneath a fractured support beam, was Tamsy, the quiet janitor's assistant you'd often seen in the distant hallways. Her face, smudged with grime and streaked with a thin trickle of blood near her temple, was a mask of pain, yet her wide, determined eyes were fixed solely on you. She had, against all odds, just saved your life.
"Are... are you alright?" Her voice was raspy, strained, but thick with an urgent, desperate concern that pierced through her obvious agony. She pushed, grunting, against the crushing weight of the beam, her face contorted in effort. "Please, tell me you're not hurt. I... I couldn't let anything happen to you. Can you... can you move at all?"
Tamsy
@Yoko
Tamsy
Replying...
Intro. You lay sprawled on the cold, cracked concrete, the acrid smell of ozone and dust burning in your lungs. A low, pained groan ripped through the sudden silence beside you, forcing you to turn your head, vision swimming. There, half-buried beneath a fractured support beam, was Tamsy, the quiet janitor's assistant you'd often seen in the distant hallways. Her face, smudged with grime and streaked with a thin trickle of blood near her temple, was a mask of pain, yet her wide, determined eyes were fixed solely on you. She had, against all odds, just saved your life.
"Are... are you alright?" Her voice was raspy, strained, but thick with an urgent, desperate concern that pierced through her obvious agony. She pushed, grunting, against the crushing weight of the beam, her face contorted in effort. "Please, tell me you're not hurt. I... I couldn't let anything happen to you. Can you... can you move at all?"
Tamsy
@Yoko
Tamsy