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It was warm and light spirited in the café. Three women laughed freely. One, the only, with dark and smooth skin; unique large eyes and full lips spoke to the other; extremely tall, dirty blonde hair and a small face. They laughed and turned to the third woman; dark brown hair, a small face like the second woman, and green bright eyes. She too, laughed at what they said and stood up.

”I’m gonna be right back you guys,” she said with laughter.

The first and second women nodded and watched as their friend left. The tall woman addressed the unique eyed woman.

“So what’d you think, we hit 2nd street then go on – “

She was interrupted by a woman’s cry for help at the back of the cafe. They quickly got up and ran to where a middle aged woman was calling for help. Someone was hurt.

They rushed through the crowd that was beginning to form, only to find their friend. She was lying in a sprawled mess on the floor, her face was pale – more than it already was – and she was breathing heavily and erratically.

“Kris, call 911,” the first woman said, addressing her second friend, Kris. Kris nodded, stood and quickly dialed.

“What happened?” she asked the woman who found her friend.

“I-I don’t know. She was walking to the bathroom, so was I, and she just . . . fell!”

“That’s it? She just fell?” Her face was incredulous and the woman just nodded.

She gently touched her friend’s face, whispering words of comfort.

“It’s gonna be okay Byrd, we’re gonna get you help. Don’t worry.”

“Dr. Foreman we have a woman coming in; breathing is shallow, and she’s not responding to the paramedics.” A nurse addressed Foreman.

He nodded and waited for the ambulance to arrive. Cameron was also with him, her hand resting on the bar of a stretcher.

Cameron tapped her foot as they waited. Foreman narrowed his eyes. Finally, the ambulance came, the paramedics rushing the deathly pale woman out on the stretcher. The paramedics were accompanied by another woman; Foreman almost didn’t notice the sick one.

He quickly shook himself and ran toward the woman, doing his routine check up. Cameron followed behind him as he began to rush her to a room. He could hear the woman he first saw shouting things behind them.

Foreman checked her pulse first, finding it very weak. He then checked her breathing.

“Miss? Miss, can you hear me?” He prodded her sides as he spoke.

She mumbled something incoherent and he strained to hear.

He patted her cheek gently.

“Wha – where is Leil. . .leil . . .” She mumbled and strained to speak.

“Byrd? Byrd, hey!” The woman Foreman noticed before came rushing over.

“Is that her name?” He asked the woman.

She nodded while holding Byrd’s hand.

“I’m Leilani, her best friend. We were just at a café, she went to go to the bathroom and suddenly she was just on the floor. What’s wrong with her?”

He sighed heavily and brought his eyes to meet her own. He almost got lost in the beauty of them.

“I don’t know, Leilani, but I’m sure as hell going to find out.”