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82. Guard
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2022-04-04 22:20:15As Gray regained consciousness, she was back where she came from. The same ceiling, the same room. The same ECG machine beeping beside her bed and the same IV line injected on the back of her hand. The oxygen mask, however, was no longer present.
“A gunshot wound on the left shoulder,” uttered Azriel beside her hospital bed, leaning back on an armchair with both arms and legs crossed.
She shot him an annoyed glance then she drew her stare back at the ceiling.
“Deep knife wounds on the palm of the left hand, left arm and right thigh---the one on the right thigh being the deepest,” continued Azriel. “A gunshot wound on the stomach that caused several damaged internal organs, another gunshot wound on the chest that could have killed you had the medic been one minute later, a deep graze on the right calf, a semi-frac
LeemaSasha's back!*intense soundtrack plays* *sips tea* Anyway, I had just been hired as a scriptwriter of a short film. I am so damn busy but luckily I prepared chapters ahead of time, although not enough *lazy ass sweats* But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do *hands empty wallet*
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