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Freya stood on the ground, her heart pounding anxiously as a helicopter appeared before them. With paramedics ready to assist, they swiftly guided Tracy inside the aircraft. Freya's palms trembled slightly from the weight of the responsibility resting on her shoulders.
"Nothing can happen to her," Freya whispered to herself, her voice filled with determination and a touch of desperation.
Minutes later, Tracy found herself in the hospital room, the sterile environment contrasting with the chaos that had led them there. It was now 7 PM, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room. Tracy, lying on the hospital bed, noticed Freya resting on a chair nearby. Concern etched across her face, Tracy reached out and gently shook Freya's arm.
"Aunty Freya, wake up," Tracy pleaded, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and worry.
