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"Gonna have to leave by side and back open, everywhere else you can stich. But you stich those shut I doubt they'll heal and not get infected." Gale explained, humming out a tone but going silent at certain times before continuing shakily. |
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Gale eventually gave up, tipping his head back as Kayla stitched him. He peaked his eyes open and turned his head to the side, watching the moon rise higher and higher weakly. |
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Kayla didn't say anything as she finished. |
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Gale kept facing the moon, eventually realizing Kayla had finished. He turned a put a arm around her shoulders, wincing slightly but doing so for her. The man looked like a zombie, literally, i'm not making this up at all, I swear. His skin was pale, his body a mix of dirt, blood, and bruises. His back was whipped raw, his will on the verge of shattering. |
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Kayla took his arm off of her, just taking his hand after hearing his wince. "You'll rip the stitches." She said, an excuse to make him not hurt himself |
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"Yeah, guess you're right." He mutters, resting his head on her shoulder instead. |
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Kayla kissed his head, running her other hand through his hair |
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Gale picked his head off her shoulder before popping his neck, the sound loud. "Damn, okay." He mutters, resting his head back on her shoulder. |
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Kayla just waited and closed her eyes, head resting on his |
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