“She's beautiful,” Carissa huddled by Rita, lowering her voice. “I thought the Nightcrawler was a man. Did she go crazy or something?”
“You ought to see her when she's made up,” Rita said proudly before dropping her brow against her hand. “Oh, this is too much. I can't take any more of this.”
“Listen,” Sabrina tried to sit up. “You need to help me tape my ribs. Help me take my shirt off.”
They gingerly assisted in pulling her t-shirt off, then stared aghast at the purple, black and blue welts that covered her torso.
“Yeah, well, I'll bet you two aren't so hot without your bras either,” Sabrina said before she blacked out.
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