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She felt her jaw being stroked. She was in pain, but the gentle touch pulled her away from the agony of the bullet in her belly. She felt her hair pushed back from her face and was grateful, but unable to say so. Who... the thought was crushed by her insides hiccuping, cramping and squeezing. Someone grabbed her hand and she squeezed it against the pain. She realized, in a detached way, that she could hear voices and, distantly, a siren. Where had she been? What had just happened? Who was now speaking to her in deep, soothing tones? Why couldn't she understand him?