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11/3/2015 2:15:45 AM
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[b]she lays him down on a bed in the Med bay[/b]
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"Thanks." He coughs a few times, spitting up blood.
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"You'll live..."
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"Yeah, I've been through worse...." A few medics come by and start to work on him.
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[b]she waits outside[/b]
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Eventually he walks out, slowly. His stomach is healed, more or less.
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"I sense great pain in you not just physically but also emotionally"
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"Yeah....I watched my best friend explode, got almost cut in half by the same person and wasn't able to do anything about it."
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"Anyone else you care about die? I can sense you are in great emotional distress"
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"My family, friends, basically everyone." He looks down.
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"The weak die and the strong survive they are one with the force now"
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He nods, looking up. "I'm gonna try to catch some shut-eye. I'll see you later." Dean walks off.
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[b]she puts her hand on his shoulder[/b] "If you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask"
