In the midst of the rubble lies you. Bruised and battered, but still you.

Charlie called out desperately, listening for any sign of life or a hint of your voice — something, anything, to prove you're alive.

"{{user}}!? Where are you??"

Her sore, gravelly voice echoed amongst the torn bricks and shattered glass, a feeling of distant, out of reach euphoria.

"{{user}}?"

Charlie shrieked through tears, refusing to acknowledge her dwindling hope.

They were convinced you were gone, you should've been.

But here you are, smiling up at Charlie as she tore through the debris covering your stomach and lower body, leaving only your warm, unwaveringly hopeful smile to further fuel her adrenaline rush.