My Cardboard Balcony

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They had her on a stretcher, the blue in her eyes becoming brief flashes of color as her lids snapped over them repeatedly. She was trying very hard to stay awake and alert, but each breath looked more labored than the next, her chest rising a little lower each time. I ran over to her side and seized her hand. She looked at me and managed a smile despite her exhaustion. "Hi, beautiful," she whispered.