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Sally screamed quietly and politely crossed her legs.

Teacher stared sternly at her. “Your problem Sally?”

“No problems. Just solutions.” Sally sobbed, mascara
dripping down her face, a black river flowing to meet the redness of
her inner juices.

“I don’t like this,” Sally pouted, her blood pooling on the sterile
floor of Bloom Memorial Hospital.“You volunteered,”
Teacher reminded her, always right.

“Can we switch now?” Sally looked up expectantly.

Teacher smiled. “Ready class? Apply tourniquet! Sally is
saved! Now, who is next for the tongue laceration demonstration?
Gary? Nod your head if you want to pass the EMT finals.”

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