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"Y'know, the only good thing about this is that you can't win anymore by doing whatever you do to my neck." He started, bringing his good leg up to him. |
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Kayla was silent, not touching him |
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"Everything else sucks though, can't feel my neck, or my leg." Gale breathed, voice still ragged and quiet. |
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"At least you're not in pain, really" SHe muttered, not looking at him |
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"Still am, they broke me..mentally. Feel like ass right now..." He trailed off, fighting off another wave of pain. |
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He squeezed her hand, the wave of pain stronger then him. Gale's grip tightened to almost as tight as he could get it, a new light sweat on his body. |
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Kayla's eyes snapped shut at the pain |
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Gale eventually realised and let go of her hand, tipping his head back against the tree as his body tensed. |
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Kayla moved to lean on him gently, running her hand through his hair |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
