Dorothea rolled her eyes at Grace, who was unharmed and putting on a show of concern. "Do I look like I'm fine? You sure ran fast enough."
Flushing with guilt, Grace stammered, "Dorothea, you know how chaotic it was back there. I got pushed along by the crowd, and when I got outside, I didn't see you. I thought you and Giselle had gone ahead, so I rushed downstairs to find you, and I—"
"Enough!" Dorothea cut her off, wincing in pain from her leg.
She had no energy to argue, only letting out soft groans.
Giselle ignored her own scrapes and was already dialing emergency services. After calling for an ambulance, she crouched beside Dorothea to check her injuries. "Dorothea, it's probably a fracture. Don't move. Hang in there, the ambulance will be here soon."
Grace scolded Giselle deliberately, "You're young, and you were with Dorothea the whole time. Why didn't you support her properly? She got hurt so badly! You're fine, but if I hadn't been pushed aside, I would have held her tight..."
"Are you done?" Dorothea snapped. "If Giselle hadn't been protecting me, I'd have been trampled. She's sick herself, and she did an amazing job. And you—why are you so scared?"
Grace lowered her head in embarrassment. "Dorothea, what are you saying? Do you wish everyone had died in there? I'm over 50, so I'm considered elderly. I can't keep up with Giselle's strength. I almost got trampled myself, and I've been worried about you the whole time. I even thought about going back to find you..."
"Enough," Giselle said calmly. "Grace, the important thing is that you're okay. Today was chaotic. It's better if fewer people get hurt. I can take care of Dorothea myself."



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