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"Gale!" Kayla said frantically, shaking him a little in an attempt to wake him |
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"Huh? What?" Gale mumbled, world stil a twist of light and dark, vision blurry. |
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"Gale, we need to get you to a doctor or something." She said softly, trying to get him up and walking |
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"No...the doctors they....they know who I am.They know what to do." He murmered, gritting his teeth as he stood, his vision swam, his head pounded, but he followed the rule he had made when he took Kayla. One step, just one more step. |
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"Well then what can I do?" She asked, placing his arm around her shoulders |
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"Find something to sew my cuts shut, just do that and I'll be fine." He murmered, continuing on. |
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"Then we need to run to the nearest town and grab medical supplies. At the very least a needle and thread." She stated |
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"Let's go then," He said, taking his arm off her and shoving his hood down his face farther, taking in the surroundings before picking a direction and heading that way. |
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"Gale, you're gonna stay here, in the forest, safe, while I go and grab the stuff. And i'm not asking." |
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"I walked 20 miles after a month of torture and getting broken by the king, I can walk a few after a hour of wound." He snaps, continuing on. |
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