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Ally was very near hysteria. She didn't even bother to even try to control her sobs. "Ahh! Don't move!" she said when he tried to reach out to her. "Y-you have a r-r-- y-ou-- just don't" She said as she grabbed another robe because blood had already soaked through the first one.

She was trying her best to focus her attention on Patrick's face because when she looked anywhere else, she started to freak out more than she already was. "Y-y-you s-s-shouldn't have even been back h-here." she stuttered out through her sobs. She really did need to go find help. Real help, because she certainly wasn't doing much. But what if she left and by the time she got back he was- was---wasn't there. He could very well die from this. Merlin. She had just inadvertently killed her brother.

A new wave of sobs overwhelmed her. "Patty, I n-need to go get some help. You'll be okay. I;ll get you out of here. You will be just fine." she said trying to convince herself more than him. He was not going to die. "I'll be right back. With help. Don't move. Okay? Here hold this..." she replaced her hand with his. Ugh. Don't look at the blood on your hands. Don't look. "Don't.." die? pass out? "move. I'll be right back."

Ally rushed out of the store looking around at all the chaos. She saw random people helping others and others just wandering around. What a complete mess. "I NEED HELP!" she yelled trying to get anyone's attention. Some just looked at her like she was crazy. Of course she need help. Everyone did. But her problem was more urgent. "I AM PREGNANT WITH TWINS AND MY BROTHER HAS A FREAKING ROBE RACK GOING THROUGH HIS CHEST AND I NEED HELP RIGHT NOW!!!" she yelled again resisting the urge to stomp her foot at the end of her statement. Finally someone took her seriously and headed her way.