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They first cleaned the wound at his temple, making sure nothing had broken before getting a rag and cleaning it, slapping a bandage on before shifting to the wound at his throat. Gale slowly started coming back to reality, still in fight or flight mode, resulting in him getting a heavy dose of sedative as they started pulling out the stitches. |
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The head medic wiped her hands on a rag, gesturing over at Gale, who was completely out of it by now. "Give him ten minutes, then another ten for him to snap back to reality." She mused, walking off. |
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Gale's eyes eventually opened as tiny slits, the man equivalent to being high as he stared at a pair of scissors for a solid minute with the wackiest look on his face. |
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Gale looked over at her, more so side eyeing her. "I've got a wife," He muttered, turning away. |
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"Oh, damn, you're hot." He slurred, grinning. |
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"Thanks. You also have a son on the way who has been kicking frequently" |
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Morning Snow followed by Sunshine
