and i 'm racing towards her and i 'm barely in control of my own standing up and i 'm kneeling down already in the brush and i 'm grabbing her and rolling her over and i 'm looking for the blood and the shot and i 'm saying , `` no no no no no- '' and i 'm almost blinded by rage and despair and the false promise of hope and no no no- and she opens her eyes- she 's opening her eyes and she 's grabbing me and she 's saying , `` i 'm not hit , i 'm not hit . ''