[ The next couple texts are spaced apart, first by thirty minutes, then shorter as she keeps not answering. It's not like he's gotta worry about her, he tells himself. She's as indestructible as he is, but then again, last time she was about to be permanently sucked into a hunk of fucking concrete. ]
What happened? You okay? Where are you
[ And then a distinctly impatient: ]
Just call me.
[ Followed by one missed dial that doesn't make it through. Goddamn it. ]
[ He's not gonna say he was about to go look for her again, but. It crossed his mind. Might've been thinking about it right around when her message pops up. ]
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I think my battery's dead.
1/?
Where?
2/2
What happened?
You okay?
Where are you
[ And then a distinctly impatient: ]
Just call me.
[ Followed by one missed dial that doesn't make it through. Goddamn it. ]
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Sorry.
Lost service in a zone.
It's okay. I figured something out.
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You back now?
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