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Edited by elijah:
12/21/2015 2:20:48 AM
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"Good. Found a pistol."
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"Nice"
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"I'm trying to actually do something, help as many people as I can. I'm a Medic, after all."
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"Wish you could help me."
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"What's wrong?"
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[b]He climbs up to his level, and removes his shirt, revealing a six pack and an open gash that's currently bleeding in his side.[/b]
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"This is gonna hurt. You ready?"
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No, but do it anyways. [b]He takes a deep breath, preparing himself.[/b]
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[b]He sees the wound back together with sinew and a bone needle. He cauterizes it with a torch. It burns the surrounding skin, but stops the bleeding.[/b]
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[b]He gasps out and groans and screams in pain.[/b] "Fock Fock Fock Fock Fock Fock." [b]The pain is so severe and with his lack of sleep, he nearly passed out.[/b]
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"You should be okay now."
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Ah, damn. [b]He grimaces in pain, afraid to move.[/b]
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"It won't bleed anymore. I cauterized it."
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"Thanks. Uh, you mind doing another one?
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"Where's it at?"
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"Fore arm." [b]He unties some cloth from his fore arm revealing a gash running down it.[/b]
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"Okay." [b]He does the same thing to it.[/b]
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[b]Screaming follows it, and he puts his shirt back on.[/b] Thank you so much. [b]Ember hands you twenty arrowheads.[/b]
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"It's my job, man."
