Oh, it was Gabriel! Oh, she'd never been so happy to see his beautiful face in all her life. Greta was so happy, in fact, she told him just that.
"I can't believe you're here! Oh, that's so nice of you. I was shouting and no one else came," she told him, pouting slightly at the unfairness that no one had come for her before Gabriel. But that, of course, would mean that the person sitting in front of her and helping her wouldn't be Gabriel, so it was a tricky situation indeed!
But he was here now, and asking her questions, the sort that didn't seem the rhetorical, so he was probably expecting an answer. Answers which Gabriel seemed to think she had, and so she should answer them. Tilting her head—or trying to, at any rate, and finding it quite uncomfortable—she paused and tried to think. "I thi—I think my leg hurts, but I’m not sure." Greta looked down, as if hoping that would affirm her statement, but when she saw the horrible angle it was twisted at, making it appear as thought she had no real leg, her face and stomach blanched. "Well, there's that, and then…" she heaved a great sigh and her shoulders sagged a little, the sleepy feeling back and threatening to consume her, even in the presence of such a fit man, "my head. My head is very, very… dizzy."
Yes, that was the word. Dizzy. It tickled her tongue and her brain to say that word, with the two 'z's and the 'y.' A little shiver ran up her spin.
Greta sighed again, this time wistfully, and gave him a very reproachful look. "Gabriel, I'm tired. I closed my eyes for just a second and then everything was upside down, and I just want to go to sleep again."
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