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Kayla held the now sleeping Malakai while sitting next to Gale |
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"The hell did you. . . give me. . ." I muttered, eyes growing heavy as I blinked longer and longer, starting to see triples of everything. |
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Kayla looked to the medic. "Well? Answer him" |
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"Sleeping draught, this one's going to hurt by the looks of it," The medic noted, cringing slightly as I drifted off. |
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Kayla nodded and watched the medic closely |
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"Oh...oh boy." The medic muttered, eyes widening slightly before he returned to normal, grabbing his items as he started working. |
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"Yes?" Kayla asked, concerned. "I knew they were bad but....how bad exactly? Depth, length, etc?? |
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"There's over fifty, and....seems there's scars under them? If you don't mind me asking ma'am but, what is this man's history?" He asked, turning to Kayla. |
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"I...he's been in a few...dangerous situations. Don't worry about it" She said, trailing off as she sat up a little straighter |
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The medic just nodded, making sure I was OUT out before starting to clean the wounds out. Even asleep, I still twitched and moved, brows furrowing as he continued. |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
