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"Hm?... Kay?" He muttered beneath his breath, attempting to reach her---the movement causing fresh blood to stain his bandages and an agonized sound to escape his mouth. |
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"No, Gale, do not move, okay?" She breathed shakily. "It's okay, you'll be fine" she said as soft as she could, her hand trembling against his cheek |
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"It hurts so much Kay...." He breathed, eyes unfocused and glassy. |
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"I know, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop them. I'm so, so sorry, Gale" she breathed shakily, head hanging in defeat |
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Gale grit his teeth, a wave of pain flaring up again. A medic came and shot a syringe full of clear liquid into his arm, his body relaxing instantly. |
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She took her hand off his cheek, not wanting to hurt him as she sat beside him. "I'm sorry, love" |
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The substance made him drift off, the man looking as young as he did the day he took her. |
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She looked at him, studied him again and liked how he looked |
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Gale was trapped in a haze of pain, just wanting to wake up so he wouldn't be in darkness. |
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Kayla ended up falling asleep |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
