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She looks at me and I see tears in her eyes. "I have to get to a doctor."

I'm panicking now. "Why? What's going on? What's wrong with your leg?"

"I don't know. I think I might have broke it."

"Fuck, are you serious?" I look at her leg again. "Where does it hurt?"

"All over. I need to get off this machine." She goes to get up but I stop her.

"Wait. I don't think you should move." I glance around the gym. "Just wait here."

She grabs my arm. "No. Don't go. Please." She squeezes my arm, cringing in pain.

I lean down to her. "Kira, you're scaring the shit out of me. You need to tell me what to do. Should I call an ambulance?" I get my phone out. "I'm calling 911."

"No." She takes my phone. "Just drive me in your truck." She takes a deep breath. "I'll be okay. I just need to get to a doctor."

"I'm not moving you if your leg is broken."

"It's not," she says, quickly shaking her head. "It just hurts."

"You just said—"

"What's going on?" a guy asks. I turn and see Mark behind me. He's the manager.

"She thinks she broke her leg."

He gets his phone out. "I'll call an ambulance."

"No!" Kira says. "Don't call them! If my parents find out I went by ambulance, they'll freak out."

Mark looks at me, his phone in his hand, unsure what to do.

I look back at Kira. "I think you should go by ambulance. If your leg hurts that bad then—"

"It doesn't. It's getting a little better. Can you just get me to a doctor?"

"I can help you move her," Mark says from behind me.

I keep my eyes on Kira. "Can I carry you or will that hurt your leg?"

"I don't know. We'll just have to try it and see."

I turn back to Mark. "Can you help me get her off the machine?"

"Sure." He stands next to me.

"Can I touch your leg?" I ask her.

She nods and I slide my hands under her leg and gently lift it up. "You doing okay?"

She nods again, her eyes on her leg.

"Mark, you help her sit up while I move her leg."

We slowly move her so that she's sitting up straight.

"I'm going to lift you up, okay?"

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