originally posted in:The New Dojo
*a small whimpering could be heard coming out of Quincy's chest. the drug may have boosted blood clotting, but it didnt stop the pain. he 'hugged' his chest, firmly sinking his claw-like nails into his arms*
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Chloanne continued to ignore the wheezing cat person. She didn't want to involve herself into any more shit.
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*the whimpering eventually stops. Coincidentally, Quincy happened to release his arms from his hands. so there was Quincy, lying in a puddle of mud and blood, unconscious, and still bleeding out*