You saved all of us

Fuck!

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**My POV**

I walk to college, my usual style: hat slung low over my eyes, so I only see the feet of those bustling around me. My headphones are in, volume low, letting me choose if I want to notice the world or not. I hum along to the music softly—Cimorelli’s mash-up of Demi Lovato songs fits the mood of this gloomy Monday morning. I sing under my breath, blending into the shuffle of people heading to work and school.

Suddenly, I hear the screech of tires. My head snaps up. A carrier truck is skidding out of control, barreling toward a brunette girl frozen in terror. My heart pounds, like wild horses thrashing against the walls of my ribcage. Instinct tells me to turn and run, but something deeper—some reckless impulse—pushes me forward. Time seems to stretch unbearably as I sprint toward her. I reach her just in time, wrapping my arms around her waist, and shove us both out of the truck’s path. We flip mid-air and slam down, skidding to a painful halt when our combined momentum runs out.

For a second, there’s only the ringing of the impact. As my senses return, I hear her sniffles and look down. I sit up despite the stabbing pain in my head and shoulder, every nerve wired to protect her. Clearing my throat, I manage, "It’s okay, little one. You’re safe. I promise." I rest my chin on her brown curls, holding her closer. "Calm down, you’re safe. I’ve got you."

Then I feel something wet trickling down my neck. I touch it and see blood on my hand. I don’t want to alarm her, so I look up at the crowd that’s gathered and call out, "Could someone call an ambulance, please? I think we both need checking out, and I'm bleeding pretty badly. ASAP would be great." People nod, their eyes wide at my calm, but I focus back on her, giving her a goofy grin to ease the tension. "So, I don’t know your name yet. Unless you want me to keep calling you ‘little one,’ maybe you could share it?" She lets out a tiny giggle, and I grin wider as she whispers, "Dani."

The sound of sirens grows closer. Despite the dizziness setting in, I stand and lift her, swaddling her gently as we approach the ambulance. "I’ll see you soon, little one," I say, teasing. "I believe I deserve a ‘thank you,’ after all that." She giggles again, and as I pass her to the paramedics, I add, "Besides, I haven’t even seen your face properly." She laughs, and I manage a smile as they take her.

But just then, my knees give way, and my vision fades to black. The last thing I hear is Dani’s worried cry and the urgent voices around me as I finally let myself drift.

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