As the heat intensified, she noticed the entrance door to the club was broken , but the exit was engulfed in flames. A spark of determination ignited within her. Without a second thought, she dashed to her room and emerged with a big, duvet and a scarf. Clutching the duvet protectively, she hurried toward Rita, who lay motionless on the floor, the stark reality of their desolation sinking in. She urgently wrapped the scarf around Rita's arm, staunching the bleeding. “Rita, come on!” Amy pleaded, gently tapping her face. “Don’t drift off on me! I need you to fight—gather every bit of strength you have and walk.” Slowly, Rita’s eyes flickered open, and with a weak nod, she began to rise up with Amy’s support “Aghhhh” groan of pain escaped her lips, but this wasn’t just any woman; Rita was a warrior. Fueled by grit and the bond they shared, she mustered a faint but defiant smile. Carefully, Amy enveloped them both in the duvet, shielding them as they braved the fiery path ahead.
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