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"Was he getting crabby, moving away, trying to get up? He's stubborn as a donkey, i'm sure he would try to say he was fine." She noted |
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"he was gonna tell me something and stopped, then got upset when I asked him about it. He snapped at me and I walked to there" she said, pointing to where she'd slept, "and sat down while he slept" |
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The woman hesitated, unsure if she wanted to know the news of he'd might not make it. Gale coughed, propping himself up on and elbow as he flicked his eyes open once more and coughed up more blood. "What the hell--" He muttered, shifting to get up before an agonized sound escaped his throat. "Sir stay down," The medic asked, Gale shoving her away. "I'm fine," The man snapped a few more medics entering at the yelp of the woman and seeing Gale up. "Gale you'll tear your stitches or injure yourself worse," One of them warned, Gale brushing them off. He tried to get up again, the team pinning him down. |
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"Gale lay the fuck down!" Kayla shouted, worried. "Please, babe, lay down and don't hurt yourself" |
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He did exactly as she said to do, going still and silent. "Listen, don't underestimate her because that bitch is scary sometimes." Gale murmured, chuckling softly with a wince. |
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Kayla took a shaky breath. "Please don't hurt yourself, Gale" |
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"Woman i'm fine, all this is exaggeration. Doesn't even hurt," Gale muttered |
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"don't go saying you're fine" |
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"But I am fine bitch," He muttered under his breath, even if his back was still a raw slab of meat. |
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"you're not fine, you stubborn asshole!" |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
