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Albania was crouching down in the elevator because she got injured when she climbed from the window of the helicopter. “Get up,!” she closed her eyes hearing that baritone voice. “This is your fault,” she said gripped on the wall to get assist herself. "Don’t touch me,!” she said in a hard voice when he was about to hold her shoulder.

“Can’t you see, you can’t get up by your own feet,!” he said in an annoyed voice. “I said don’t touch me! why are you insisting,! I don’t want you to help me, let me die with this situation,!” she said. Her voice was raised fighting at his gaze. “Damn,!” his jaw was tightened. “You are just torturing yourself, because of your stubbornness, can’t you see that blood from your wound, if that’s blood will run out I won’t hesitate you to burry in a heroes cemetery, because you’ve died while trying to save yourself from me, you deserve such a pleasant Placed," he said pointing his hard long finger to her temple.

"You’re out of Insane did you know that?!” she