One.  Two.  Five.

Seven hours late, she crash-lands on the roof outside my window.  I throw it open and drag her inside.  She swallows a scream just enough to lower it to a dull shriek.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss.  “Keep it down or my parents will wake up!”

I flick on the light and choke.  Her skin is purple over the brown, her lips bloody, her wings look ghastly.

“Help me...”

Diana never asks for help.  I start to clean her up, crying.

“Who... Why?”

“They found out.”  She smiles a little.  “You’re worth it.”

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I don't like this one.  At all.  Not even a little bit.  It's too short, too choppy, too void of detail.  I could make this a much longer scene with no problem.

This prompt would work equally well for either girl, so I had someone else pick.
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