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Let me take a look.
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Dawson, what are you doing?
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Dawson!
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- I got her! - What?
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She's not breathing!
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Dawson, hot packs coming your way. Any respiration at all?
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Barely. Agonal breathing.
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All right, the guys are gonna get you out of here in no time, okay?
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Yeah.
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What happened, hon?
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You climb in here looking for some warm clothes?
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- Where's Dawson? - I'm in here!