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"Just don't get why they sewed it up," He muttered with a chuckle, feeling them once more. |
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He nodded, removing his hand as the head medic walked back inside. |
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He nodded silently, the medic walking over. "Well dipshit, pushed yourself a bit too much. Sprinting up twelve flights of stairs AND down four major hallways? Use your damn brain, too much on your body. Don't know what kind of cat fight you got into but you ended up with a concussion and to sprinkle in a little more, damaged your vocal chords----hince the reason your voice is raspy." Gale frowned slightly, being taken aback by her tone. "Ma'am how do you know I sprinted those? How would you know?" She rolled her eyes, sighing as she turned away. "Don't care if you're some prospect for king, not losing anymore braincells than I have already on neandrathels such as yourself." |
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"I beg your finest fucking pardon, I don't care who you are, you will treat him with the respect you would treat me with or you will swiftly be found missing and replaced. Am I crystal clear?" |
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The medic nodded, paling slightly before scurrying off, Gale chuckling. "What did I say? Ended up wtih the best damn woman to ever walk the Earth." |
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"Not unless I can protect you from people like the man you fought" |
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"You may not've been able to but you just walked down that medic who's hated me since day one so, thank you." He mused with a huffed laugh. |
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"It's my job as both your queen and wife" |
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