"Are you alright, ma'am?" Mark asked Emerald, Whose right forearm was cut by something. "You've been laying here for quite some time, I waited for you to wake up before I talked to you." He grinned at her. "What time is it?" Was the first thing she asked. "It's," He glanced at his watch "5:30 in the afternoon." Emerald sat up, Wincing in pain. She looked up at the man, the one thing that caught her eye was his eye. "Who are you?" She scowled
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"My name is Mark, Mark Alda, Yours?" Emerald was caught off guard by this, but then she thought "Alda is a common last name, We probably don't have a blood relation." She finally, after a long minute of daydreaming, said "I'm Emerald Alda, Daughter of John Alda" Mark was also caught off guard, but he quickly reassembled himself "We need to get you to a doctor," He looked at her arm "Your in pretty bad shape." She smiled at him "I guess I am, aren't I?"
