“How ya doing in there?”
“Damon?”
“You look stuck.”
“It's my seat belt.”
“Let me get you out of there. I want you to put your hands on the roof. Just like that. You ready? ...2, 3. I got you. Are you ok? Can you stand? Anything broken?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Whoa, you're fading fast, Elena. Elena, look at me. Focus. Look at me. Ok.”
“I look like her.”
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