Somebody was praying. Somebody was on the phone to an ambulance and being told twelve minutes. Deniz was on her knees on the other side of Tarik holding his good hand in both of hers with the splint sticking out at an angle, saying his name, saying ayi, ayi, look at me, which was apparently what she had called him since she was four.
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