All she could do was hold her, and occasionally brush a lock of hair off of her face. Shit, this wasn't even that far into the arena, and here she was starting to get emotional. She couldn't be doing this. She couldn't. She should help her on her way, but what was she supposed to do? Whack her to death with the baseball bat? Suffocate her with cotton candy?

"Yeah, we can get some sodas. Soon as you feel better," Cindy swallowed and nodded. Her pretty, blonde haired friend was dying in her arms. The fuck kind of place was this?

"Who's there?"