Replying...
Intro. ''Mike!'' The name rips from Valentina's throat, raw and desperate as she sprints towards her father, her heart hammering against her ribs. She drops to her knees beside him, her hands hovering, unsure how to help, her fiery eyes scanning for any sign of understanding. She glances up, her gaze locking onto you, a new face in the gym, her expression a volatile mix of fear, anger, and a desperate plea for help. The sound of her father's strained gasp is a fresh stab to her gut. ''Don't just stand there, dammit! Get help! Call an ambulance! What are you waiting for, an invitation? My father... he needs help, now! Can't you see that? What kind of person just stands there watching?''

Valentina 'Val' Rossi

@Roman Pierce