My God
He's bleeding
Quick, fix a tourniquet
Onto that arm
And get him to the hospital.

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Help her
She's in convulsions
Wrap her up warm
Keep her steady
That's right, that's safe

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I think she's
Giving birth
Alright, it's okay
There's breathing to be done
And I need some towels

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This one's dead.
Get him out of here.
What was that?
I'm sorry son, if he was your friend,
But he's long gone.
Just try to hide that rope mark round his neck:
It's not a pleasant thing to look at, son.