<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br/><strong>With Sana</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"<em>You're</em>hurt!" Mayson argued stubbornly as she fixed her eyes on Sana's bleeding arm, wincing from the pain that she was beginning to feel herself, fear and concern clearly visible on her face. The commotion outside steadily escalated from a distant buzzing to a very loud cacophony of shouts and screams as she regained more and more of her senses.<br/><br/>At some point, Mayson had found the presence of mind to unclip her seatbelt as well as Sana's, and then she was about to try to open her door too, but that was when she really noticed her own left arm and wrist. The pain rapidly became more vivid now that she'd been forced to acknowledge it. Still, Mayson pushed through it, fueled by her desperate need to get help for her girlfriend first and herself second.<br/><br/>Wrenching her hand free from Sana's, Mayson groaned as she twisted her body around to reach her door handle with her right hand instead, which wasn't nearly as banged up. That was when she noticed someone on the outside trying to help, and once she'd pulled on the handle, mechanically unlocking the door, the good samaritan who'd come to their rescue managed to get it open.<br/><br/>Sana's door, on the other hand, seemed too twisted and damaged to budge. Mayson wanted to pull her out through the driver's side, but the young man who'd helped her insisted that she get out first and let him get Sana out instead, which she agreed to after only a brief moment of hesitation. The guy had a pretty average build, but it was obvious that he was still considerably stronger than Mayson, not to mention that he had the use of both arms instead of just one, so Sana's best chances were with him.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, outside of the car, Mayson was suddenly overwhelmed with dizziness, stumbling around in search of something to lean against, but finding nothing and eventually falling down on her rear in the middle of the intersection, between cars and hundreds of people swarming around in different directions. Instinctively, she brought a hand up to her head to try steadying herself, and unfortunately it was the wrong one, smearing even more blood on the side of her face than there was from the cut above her ear.<br/><br/>"Sana..." she mumble, turning her head from left to right in hopes of finding her, but seeing nothing but a blur of strangers. "Sana!" Mayson called out again, louder than the first time. Still getting no reply back and not seeing her girlfriend anywhere, Mayson tried to get back to her feet, pushing herself up with her right arm while trying to protect her left.