She stared up at clouds and blue sky. “I’m so sorry,” she uttered. “He just ran out in front of me. I didn’t even know he was there.” Pain throbbed in her forehead. She raised a hand to feel the knot forming above her left eye. “Who ran in front, ma’am?” the paramedic asked as he shone a light into her eyes and danced it from left to right. He ran his hands down her left arm, then right, proceeding to her legs with mild pressure. “I’m fine,” Jenny affirmed. “No need to do that.” She pushed against the hard, cold cement underneath her and rose to sit. “Stay down. You’ve had a pretty bad blow to the head.” He pressed her shoulder back to the cloth on the pavement. “Can you tell me your name ma’am?” She gave her name, then he asked for her address and if she had any significant health issues he needed to be aware of. “Can you tell me what happened?”
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