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i can see mark through my wet eyes, frantically speaking onto the phone; he has some tears in his eyes as well. he hangs up soon and looks towards me worriedly, sitting on his knees and taking my hands into his ever so gently.

my head starts to feel light as i try to read mark's lips. i can't make out what he's saying from my strained eyes and over the sirens coming from the distance.

i then see black.

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