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The briskness in her voice seemed false. Sorry for…” Jill said. After buying some Chinese food, I hurried to get back. “I already called 911. “Do I have to explain all my actions?” she said, glancing at me with a raised eyebrow. I waited for her to come out. “Do you think it is something serious, doc?” I asked. I felt just an unpleasant numbness. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” I muttered. She managed to grasp them just in time to prevent the fall. I was about to cross the street when he nearly ran me over. It was Jill. I propped her casted leg on a stool, stole a glance at her toes and handed her the remote control. “Now we have to X-ray your leg,” Pratt said, and threw the torn remnants of the stocking away. Her black stocking was laddered. Her hand was groping blindly in the slot between the partially opened door and the door frame.