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She walked up to him " you ok" |
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"Pretty much, my stinking vest was custom though, was so stinking expensive and boom, horn goes right throughj it, what a scam." He scoffed, wincing as one of the medics dripped a few liquids in the cut. |
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She giggled quitely " I'll get you a new vest but I'm not worried about the vest I'm worried about you " |
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"Oh i'll be fine, just a...." He trailed off, looing at the wound and wincing. "pretty deep puncture." |
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She looked at the wound " yeah you need to stop getting injured " |
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"Eh, not my fault. It's the owners if anything, they left his horns sharp, didn't saw 'em off." He grumbled, wincing as a medic took the guaze out. |
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" I know this but still " she looked at his wound then to Amber who was standing trying to find Marco Amber then shoved a guy and walked to Marco " I think someone was worried" Amy said as she grabbed ambers rains |
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"Looks about it," Marco mused with a soft chuckle, rubbing the mares face as the medic started sewing his side up. |
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A,bet bugged his hand softly " I think she wants to keep you around and I don't blame her" she watched his hand on Amber |
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"Same," He added with a soft chuckle, body tensing as the medic continued to sew before pulling back. "Alright, keep off the bulls for the rest of the day and maybe a few more, try not to irritate it." She explained, Marco standing and quickly following her. "But-I-Ma'am, this is the national finals, I can't just not ride my bulls. " Marco said frantically, the medic just putting a hand up and walking off as Marco just looked at her for a moment, face going from concerned to raged in seconds. "All because of a dang cut, freaking idiot." He snapped quietly, heading back in. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
