"You! Hey... you over there!" Your head turned towards the source of the voice, and in an instant, you were rendered speechless. She stood there under the solitary streetlight, bathed in its lonely glow.

"I'll let you save me," she whispered, her voice carrying a fragile hope.

"Did you hear? I'll let you save me," she repeated.

Her right arm was severed at the elbow. Her left arm was torn away from the shoulder. Her right leg was cut off at the knee. Her left leg—amputated at the thigh.

More than tragic. She teetered on the brink of death.