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The medic from earlier nodded, dismissing the rest before exiting and shutting the tent flaps behind her. |
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Kayla breathed a sigh of relief, sitting beside Gale's head once more. "Any better without them touching you?" |
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"Not really... feels the same----wrong." Gale muttered, hiding his bashed face from her in shame. |
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"hey, don't hide your handsome face from me, baby" she said softly, cupping his face. "How many guards do you think I can get to before they get me?" She thought aloud |
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He pulled his face back away, listening to her words. "Depends. Where, and what weapons would you have on you?" |
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"everything I can find and wherever they took you to. Which I can either find out from you or those who brought you in" |
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Gale was quiet for a moment, tense at her words. His answer? "Don't." |
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"well I need to fucking hurt something because you're laying here in intense agony and I can't do a damn thing about it so why don't you tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do with these emotions, Gale?" She asked, not knowing where the tears suddenly came from |
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He went silent, not looking at her. |
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She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for yelling, I'm just...it hurts to watch you lay there and the expressions you make that slip through your armor and break me" she said softly |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
