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Noticing that Rayvin was losing consciousness, I reached out and grabbed her. She fell right into my arms.
“Medic! Isaac, I need a medic!” I screamed on top of my voice. “Get me a f*****g medic!” Tapping her vigorously, “Sweetness, wake up. Don't sleep on me,” I pleaded. She was out cold. I couldn't have her like this, she saved the day, and I was proud of her.
Rushing in, two medics took her from me. I was raging and frustrated. Anger numbed the pains of bruises I felt. Nothing was registering in my mind. The authorities kept asking questions upon questions. At the end of the whole day, Victoria was taken into custody, Carlos was killed in the shoot out, the dead Saint was taken care of and Fernando who was behind all this was still at large. My A-team detailed to me that all
