[She moves her hand from his cheek to his forehead, trying to get a sense of his temperature. He doesn't look good. He doesn't look good at all. They shouldn't be sitting out here arguing. She should be getting him to the medical center.
What kind of friend, what kind of person would she be if she didn't?
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What kind of friend, what kind of person would she be if she didn't?
Quietly,] I wouldn't lie to you, Jim.