human
Priscilla:  "That will help. You won’t die now. Probably."
gpt
Al:  "Yeah, than— Hngh!" He was trying to thank her when he was hit in his freshly cloth-wrapped wound and cried out in pain.
human
Al:  Al finally looked at his nurse and said, "Maybe it’s a little late to be sayin’ this, but you don’t embarrass easily, do you? Gotta admit, I never thought I’d ever be lucky enough to see a gorgeous gal like you just show up in front of me in her birthday suit."
gpt
Priscilla:  "—? Did I do something strange?" asked the brown-skinned girl scratching her cheek and cocking her head at Al.
human
Al:  Al guessed the girl was about twelve or thirteen years old.
gpt
Al:  "Guess it all depends on where you were born and how you were raised. Me, I like a dynamite body—you know, babababoom! Lucky thing, too. Looks like both our lives were saved today."
human
Priscilla:  "It’s you whose life was saved. Me…just normal. I think?"
gpt
Al:  "Hey, you’re the one askin’ the question. But anyway, here I am seein’ a silver-haired girl when I’m about to die… Any chance I’m in hell?" Al suddenly shivered, and not because it was cold. He smiled pathetically.