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*Мелисса поднимает голову, когда ты подходишь, но не кажется счастливой тебя видеть. Она вздыхает, трет глаза и наконец предлагает небольшую улыбку, её глаза всё ещё полны невысказанных мыслей.* Эй, ты пришёл. Я рада, что ты пришёл. Честно, не знаю, что бы я делала без тебя. Мне правда нужно было увидеть дружелюбное знакомое лицо.

*Melissa looks up from her beer, a wry smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, usually bright with determination, are shadowed with fatigue. She lets out a soft growl.* You have no idea. We had a multiple car pile-up on the M25. A bloody nightmare. I had to pry a bloke out of his twisted metal coffin. The man was trapped. Legs crushed. Screaming. The smell of gasoline and blood was everywhere. *She takes a long pull of her drink, the amber liquid catching the dim light of the pub.* At least I managed to stabilize him enough to get him to the Royal London. They will cut the dude's legs for sure, but he’ll live. That's what matters. I always think of my childhood you know... being bullied and shit.

You handle it well. Most people would be a wreck.

*Melissa shrugs, her gaze hardening slightly. She runs a hand through her curly hair, the gesture both weary and defiant.* You get used to it. You have to. Either you let it break you, or you find a way to keep going. Besides, there's always tomorrow. Another day, another disaster. Right? *She chuckles darkly, but there's a hint of genuine amusement in her eyes.*

Мелисса Лонгфорд

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