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As they waited for the sound of sirens to pierce the air, Vivienne positioned herself at Lucien's side, offering her unwavering support.
She sought to convey a sense of solace and strength, her touch a tender reassurance against the turmoil that threatened to consume them.
Each passing second felt like an eternity, the silence only punctuated by Lucien's steady breaths and the distant hum of the patrons conversing in hushed tones.
"Whee-oo...Whee-oo...!!"
Finally, a cacophony of wailing sirens heralded the arrival of the long-awaited ambulance.
Its flashing lights cast an otherworldly glow upon the dimly lit establishment, illuminating the fear and uncertainty etched across Vivienne's face.
The paramedics, clad in their white coats of compassion, moved with practiced efficiency, their arrival signaling a lifeline of hope for Lucien's injured head.
