Mrs. B: (without looking up) Then don't push it there.
Wyatt: (overacting, whining) But it really, really hurts.
Mrs. B: Oh. Well if it really, really hurts then we should do something. Okay, everyone, stay calm. I'll call 911. Wyatt, hang on, help is on the way. Chloe, go get the nurse. (pretending to cry) Oh, I hope you'll be alright. We better get your parents on the phone. What are we going to do! I hope you make it!
Wyatt: (rolls his eyes) Okay. I'll sit down.
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