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Edited by Cosmic:
1/11/2016 7:16:08 PM
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[b]he runs over and crouches down, looking over the wounds[/b]
"Hey, are you okay?"
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"No, not at all."
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"What happens to you? Your arm looks completely railed on"
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"I got rаped by the man that killed the devil......"
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[b]he picks her up and starts walking toward the barrows [/b] "For the love of God.... I need you to keep talking to me, okay? Don't be passing out on me."
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"I-i'll try my best."
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"Okay, what's your name?" [b]they approach a grouping of tents atleast 2 miles from the avalons crash site[/b]
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"S-scarlett....."
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[b]he runs into the little town and screams for a medic, no one answers, he runs toward his tent and lays her down on a scavenged med bay bed from the Avalon[/b] "I'm Shepard, nice to meet you. Stay awake. Where are you from?" [b]he asks little questions like this to keep her thinking and therefore awake [/b]
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"The avalon, that huge crashed ship."
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"You where born and raised there? I was from corra before FN destroyed it and killed all of my people.. I'm sorry about this, I don't have anesthetics [b]he pulls a needle and thread, checking the wounds for bullets, then stitching them shut[/b]
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[b]She screams in pain[/b] "I was born on a little space ship"
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[b]he continues[/b] "I'm so sorry.. Any surviving family?"
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"My parents both died when i was 13....."
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/11/2016 8:21:57 PM"Mine at less than ten... Then my two closest friends awhile ago. I'm the last genuine wisp, other than my clone. What happened?" [b]he finishes stitching and pulls out a giant roll of bandages [/b]
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"Oh..... im sorry. Some bandits attacked the ship."
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"It's okay, my son was killed by bandits, he wasn't even a year old." [b]he begins wrapping the broken arm in a metric ton of bandages, hoping it would work like a splint and keep it in place[/b] "Don't move your arm... Damn it, Caroline, you couldn't tell me ANYTHING about how to do this?!"
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"You're doing great. Who's caroline?"
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"My deceased friend, she was a medic.. Really wish she had taught me something about stuff like this."
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"Oh.... im sorry."
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"Don't worry about me, your who matters... And I wish Willow would have known that..." [b]he pulls out duct tape and two pieces of metal, putting them below and above the arm and duct taping the. Together to form a makeshift splint[/b] "Don't try to bend that arm"
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"I difinately wont. Thanks for this, i really appreciate it."
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"You seem all well and conscious. You okay? You need food, water, anything?"
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"I would like some water."
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"JOHN WE NEED WATER!" [b]another person, vaguely resembling the other, walks holding a glass of water. Their skin is pale white and eyes are pitch black, the one closest wearing a mask and constantly crying[/b]
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