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Gale slid off when they stop, letting out a ragged sound. |
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Kayla looked at him, worried |
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He lay still, skin clammy and lips starting to drain of color. |
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His back still poured red, a long scratch down his throat contributing little. |
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"no, babe, don't leave me!" She shrieked |
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He stirred at her voice, sitting up quickly simply as a new trauma response. Gale relaxed when he saw it was her though, standing and acting fine. "Let's keep moving," |
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"Gale, what's wrong with you" |
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"I was probably dropped as a kid, that'd make a lot of sense." He chuckled, hopping back up with a wince. |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
