The boy pushed the boulder off of the girl trapped beneath. Her left leg was bent at an awkward angle, and her shirt was covered in blood. He checked her pulse. It was there, but only faintly. Her breathing was shallow and pained. He put his hands over the hole in her shirt, applying pressure to the wound underneath. She let out a weak groan and her eyelids fluttered. A moment later she opened her eyes. She focused on him and opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"Shhh, don't try to talk." he said to her. "Everything's going to be okay."
As the last word left his lips, she gave a weak cough which was followed by a deeper one, this one bringing up blood. He shifted so he could prop her head up on his legs and still put pressure on the wound. He know he was fighting a losing battle, but he had to try.
"Who are you?" asked a weak voice.
He glanced down at her, "My name is Romio." he replied. "Can you tell me yours?"
She closed her eyes, as if she was trying to remember, and took a shuddering breath. "Juliyett."
He smiled, "I like that name."
She coughed, more blood coming up. "I like yours too." she responded, her voice barely audible. Then her body seemed to relax, her head leaning into his legs more. He checked her pulse. She was gone.
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