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... was john b i swear to god i'll kill him ." muttered indistinctly, bringing her into the kitchen, immediately turning to throw open drawers and cabinets in search of medical supplies.
" sit down ."
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" 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕—— sarah, alright, just .. relax, c'mon. i got you ." a hand raked through his hair before immediately slipping an arm beneath her shoulders to help her inside.
" what the fuck happened, sarah— was it ... if it ...
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⠀ surprised by even her own actions,
⠀ mind racing —⠀ fists bellowing on
⠀ rafe’s door as one hand keeps it’s
⠀ pressure on an open wound.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ gasping, when the door opens up.
⠀ cranium nodding up and down between
⠀ breaths.⠀ “something —⠀ happened +
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( had he any ounce of sanity remaining, he likely would've fought back, but self—depreciation and a short fuse was an awful combination; maniacal laughter escaping after the second connection, spitting crimson into the dirt. )
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