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As the chaos of the altercation settled, the true extent of Bibi's injuries became apparent. Despite her attempts to mask her pain, she could no longer ignore the sharp throbbing in her side or the dizziness clouding her vision.

With a gasp of pain, Bibi collapsed to the ground, her hand instinctively clutching at her side as darkness threatened to consume her. Jackson's heart lurched at the sight, panic flooding his veins as he rushed to her side, his hands shaking as he checked her pulse.

"We need help!" he called out, his voice raw with fear as he frantically dialed for an ambulance. With trembling hands, he tried to stem the flow of blood from Bibi's wound, his mind racing with a million terrifying possibilities.

As the sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer with each passing second, Jackson cradled Bibi in his arms, whispering words of comfort and reassurance as they waited for help to arrive. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, each moment filled with uncertainty and dread.

And then, finally, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the air, signaling the arrival of the paramedics. With practiced efficiency, they rushed to Bibi's side, their voices calm and reassuring as they assessed her injuries.

As Bibi was loaded into the ambulance, Jackson's heart clenched with worry, his hand tightly intertwined with hers as they raced toward the hospital. And as they arrived at the emergency room, he vowed to stay by her side, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

In the hours that followed, as doctors worked tirelessly to stabilize Bibi's condition, Jackson remained by her bedside, his love for her unwavering in the face of uncertainty. And as he watched over her, he prayed for her swift recovery, knowing that with time and care, they would overcome this latest obstacle together.