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Tuesday, September 20th, 2005 07:53 amRiver staggers into the clinic. Her hair is filthy and tangled, matted with twigs and other detritus. Her clothing is torn in more than one place, showing scratches and abrasions, and she holds one arm close to her body with the other.
She stares around blankly, as though not recognizing her surroundings. Then she clearly says, "Help," and as the words pass her lips her eyes roll back in her head and she falls to the floor.
She stares around blankly, as though not recognizing her surroundings. Then she clearly says, "Help," and as the words pass her lips her eyes roll back in her head and she falls to the floor.