N: no, we wait till Deacon gets here, he’s our medic.
T: Neekia, please. Trust me.
N looks to sky then looks at cyras who’s pale and covered in blood.
N: shit. Fine. But im watching you.
T: I can’t get to the wound, I need to remove his shirt. (n hands knife) thanks
Tobias Gehlen
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