Meet Cute/Transcript: Difference between revisions

NARRATOR: "Opening my eyes I see a pair of saucer-like green eyes looking up at me. They belong to the perpetrator, a short girl who bumped into me and has now fallen down onto the hallway floor. She wears a PE uniform and a very worried frown. The former strikes me as a rather strange thing to have on during a lunch break. .... More striking than that, though, is the fact that she doesn't have legs. Or she does, but they are not flesh and bone. Her pale and very much flesh-and-bone thighs end in shins and feet made of some black metallic or plastic-like material. They look disturbingly artificial and unnatural. They almost make me forget that my chest is hurting. The girl winces a little, rubs her nose and jumps up."

NARRATOR: I say that, but there's a stinging pain growing in my chest, and I know this is about the biggest possible danger for my condition. 'Don't over-exert yourself, don't forget your medication, and most of all don't get hit in the chest' I try to rub my solar plexus to chase the pain away, I hold my breath in an attempt to hear my heartbeat. It seems normal...

NARRATOR: The worried, high-pitched voice of the girl snaps me out of it. I stare at her for a few seconds dumbfounded, until I realize I probably look worse off than I really was, doubled over myself and looking all tense. Damn, I'm overly worried about my heart.  

NARRATOR: Managing to say something in response, I pull myself upright, feeling my sore ribs one last time, and take a deep breath. She just knocked the wind out of me. Big time. But it's nothing more than that.

EMI: "Er, sorry, it's my fault. I was just going to get some stuff, and I was in a kind of a hurry."

LILLY: "That 'someone' here is Emi:, isn't it?"