Whilst I was getting on a kneeling bus in a big city I saw a girl lying inside. Someone helped her up and directed her to the bus' front door, strange enough. I rushed to the door to help her off but she darted past me and collapsed on sidewalk. I think her head was bleeding. Someone screamed to let her lying as she cannot be moved in her condition.
A man rushed across the street to the nearest pay phone to call 911. I kneeled down to the girl. She had straight dark hair, shoulder length. Blood was coming out her head on her right side. The man was shouting at me from across the street asking if she had a phone number. I asked her if she had a phone, in Russian first and then in English. She opened her eyes and started telling me her phone number: "666 - 121 - ...." I was repeating the digits to the man on the pay phone across the street. Last four digits she mumbled as she was out of breath and out of strength.
I ran across the street to the man to rush him. I looked back. The bus stop was in front of a building with a two-story high granite siding with embossed number twelve.
This is all I can recall. I hope the girl is alright.
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