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when the antag is about to stab a character and the sharp object is super close to the characters face/chest but theyre grabbing the antags hand and forcing it back with all their strenght 

bonus points if the character is on the floor and the antag is straddling them, holding the sharp object with both hands

A whumpy little excerpt that I wrote a while ago. It’s not the full scene but just the dramatic stuff.

POV: Anjelika

Warnings: blood, death, accidental stabbing, throat injury, vomiting.

The rain is mercilessly pounding against me, cold and bitter and hard as it soaks me completely, chilling me to my core in the night-time wind that gushes through the trees here. It’s cold, so very cold.

But I can’t stop running.

I can barely see 10 feet in front of me, and that makes every single tree root a potentially fatal hazard. My feet are screaming in the shoes I’m wearing, simple black pumps that are absolutely not designed for sprinting through dense woodland after sunset. It’s very dark, in combination with the clouds that block the moon completely from view, as well as the night sky a deep black above and beyond those same clouds. I have no point of reference for where I am even going, I barely even know where I am.

My feet are in control, taking me anywhere, trying to get me away from there.

My lungs are on fire, and my breathing is deep and ragged from my constant and current exertion. I can’t seem to run fast enough, and I feel my heart beating furiously in my chest. My legs feel heavier and heavier with every step I force myself to take in such quick succession.

The man behind me is getting closer. I can hear him.

My feet crunched the leaves and twigs on the forest floor, all damp with the pouring rain yet still barely audible above the rumble of thunder in the distance.

I daren’t look back, it would only slow me down. My only chance is to outrun him. I can’t stop, I won’t stop, I need to keep going!

I can hear him yelling through the environmental chaos at me, but I can’t make out a single word that he’s shouting at me. I don’t want him to get any closer for me to find out. He knows, he knows who I am. He knows, and he wants to take advantage of that. He wants to take me away, send me back, but I don’t want to!

The woodland thinned out a little as I sprinted straight, not noticing the dip in the ground until it was too late. I hadn’t expected the drop – it wasn’t much of a drop – but it was enough to cause me to cry out in surprise. I ended up with my foot submerged in a shallow stream, and I felt my ankle land awkwardly against a rock. Shock from the cold and a sharp pain coursed through me, but it did not stop me. Not because I wanted to, because I needed to.

I was out of the stream within another step yet the momentary hesitation had slowed me down, and that was a few golden seconds that I could not afford to waste. I hated the feeling of my wet feet, I’ll get ill if I don’t – no. Not important. I’ll die, let alone get ill, if he catches me!

Splashes behind me barely a second later told me that he was right there, having just crossed the stream too. I can’t even process what the environment directly in front of me is like because all I can think about is how close he is now. I had not gone far, and I was struggling to breathe now. No amount of casual training with Anja had prepared me for this, and the already waning power of my adrenaline has only gotten me so far.

Not far enough.

I was still fighting to stay ahead of the man, but when I felt a brutal hand pull at the back of my shirt, and I screamed.

“I’ve got you now, you little –!“ I can hear him growl into my ear, something sharp at my side, and the way his voice sent a shiver through me in combination with the bitter air was almost unbearable.

His violent attempt to pull me to a halt, and my own attempt at keeping running, was thwarted by me losing my footing completely. I somehow escaped his grip – at the expense of tumbling down the hill completely out of control.

He seemed to fall immediately after me, but I couldn’t tell. I had screwed my eyes shut, trying to fight back the dizziness from the beating my body was taking. Hitting every single rock and branch. Thankfully no trees.

It’s a brief stumble, but still enough to wind me once the slope levels off. 

As I finally roll to a stop at the bottom, well and truly battered by the fall, covered in dirt and soaked with rain, I expect to hear my pursuer recover faster than I and grab me, to try and take me away.

But it doesn’t happen.

I look around for him, and he’s some five feet away from me, behind me, shaking and convulsing, lying on his back staring up at the sky, not knowing or caring that I’m even here. There’s an awful gurgling sound and it takes me a few moments to realise what it is.

As I get up to my feet and step closer, looking over him, I can see clearly what is causing the awful sound.

The man is clutching at his throat, eyes wide with panic and coughing up blood so fast I’m surprised he hasn’t choked. I see the blade embedded in his throat, deep and deadly.

I can feel the colour drain from my face, and my vision dims with a fuzzy feeling, like I’m going to pass out. My legs give in beneath me and I collapse to my knees clutching my stomach. My insides churn and twist and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I can’t look away, somehow. Watching him bleed out in front of me, those awful sounds as he tries to breathe, to speak – something.

The man’s convulsions suddenly stop, and he stills, the blood from that gaping wound spreading onto the ground where he lay, unmoving, lifeless.

Dead.

I can’t hold it back anymore, and I retch up what little I had eaten earlier. My hands are shaking so hard that I grip onto the grass to try and stop them trembling, but even then I can’t.

My throat hurts with my wrecked sobs that I manage to choke up after spitting up all the bile. It hurts, and even breathing hurts here.

I can’t believe that just happened. I can’t believe it.

I killed a man.

What did I -? Why -?

I didn’t mean to do it, but… I didn’t know he had a knife! I didn’t know he would – I didn’t know he would fall like that, that he would –

The crack of lightning that strikes, and the deep rumble of thunder jolts me back to my senses, clearing my thoughts enough to realise I am still in a lot of trouble.

I stumble backwards, trying to get to my feet without looking at the man’s fresh corpse before I throw up again.

I’m lost, I don’t know where I am, I don’t even know where I can go to from here, but I have to keep going.

I have to.

illogicallyinclined:Turn the lights down lowIf this is how I goI’ll tell them that the villains on

illogicallyinclined:

Turn the lights down low
If this is how I go
I’ll tell them that the villains on my list
They’re what turned me into this


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Whumptober Day 19

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I’m bleeding.”
“911 is for emergencies only. Are you currently experiencing an emergency?”

“I think I’ve been stabbed.”

Victor sighs. “That is an emergency. I am going to send help your way. Do you know what address you are at?”

tommyinnit-but-everywhere:

quackity-but-everywhere:

wilbur-soot-but-everywhere:

philza-minecraft-but-everywhere:

wilbur-soot-but-everywhere:

philza-minecraft-but-everywhere:

wilbur-soot-but-everywhere:

one day all the ‘but everywhere’ blogs are going to have a battle and I’m going to be the winner

bet

is this a challenge old man

fuck yeah it is Ar Fakier kinnie

lets fucking GO

I’d probably miss the battle anyway

do you want a knife so we can stab everyone

Yes please. We deserve to stab everyone

doingthevoidything: [pictures of the shirt I wore, which has a drawing of a rainbow and a curvy pathdoingthevoidything: [pictures of the shirt I wore, which has a drawing of a rainbow and a curvy path

doingthevoidything:

[pictures of the shirt I wore, which has a drawing of a rainbow and a curvy path. In Hebrew, it reads: “The path to Hashem isn’t always straight!”]

Ten years ago, a religious man named Yishai Shlisel stabbed three people at the Jerusalem Pride Parade and was sentenced to prison.

A month ago, he was released.

Today was the Jerusalem Pride Parade. And there he was, waiting with his knife.

I heard screams behind me and turned to see what the matter was. The crowd was splitting, and police was holding a man to the ground. I saw as they took him away, as ambulances sped off with the victims. (How many? 1? 2? 3? 4? The numbers kept going up.)

Turns out it was him. He stabbed six people this time.

I am repulsed.
I am ashamed to be of a religion that shares its name with his.
I am disappointed with the futility of law enforcement and the fact that no one thought to watch over him tonight.
I am sad.

Homophobia is not over. This is why we need Pride.

EDIT: The teen girl who was the most severely injured is no longer in mortal danger. Thank God.


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albino-whumpee:

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This or That, Gothic Edition

You know the drill: reblog and bold your preferences.


chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest//dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood//experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one//betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity//immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm//imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemeteryor portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

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chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest //dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood //experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one//betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden//hangedor strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror //guiltor insanity //immortalityor untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm// imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratoryor library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

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chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up//poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one//betrayalor lost love // castle or cottage//seasideor garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror//guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstormor snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratoryor library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras//body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

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chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster//masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up//poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden//nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down//damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery//secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror//howling wind or eerie silence

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chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket//stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party//stormy night or winter forest // dungeonor tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up//poisonedor drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmaresor hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage//   seasideor garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror//guiltorinsanity// immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm// imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratoryor library // cemetery or portrait gallery//secret cellar or secret attic //   hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

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whump-in-the-moonlight:

@amonthofwhump Mafia Madness day 5!

ft. a much younger Spencer :)

CW: organized crime, drugging, stabbing, blood, death

masterlist

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This needed to happen. There’s no other way, Spencer Patel repeated to themself all throughout the drive to Dean Welkman’s house. They sat in the passenger’s seat, glancing at the driver every so often. The driver would glance back, giving the tiniest of encouraging smiles. They arrived at last and someone from the back seat got out, knocking on the front door of the house. He glanced back at the limousine everyone else waited in, giving a small nod. Spencer slipped the tranquilizer gun out from under their seat. The driver pressed a button on the earpiece in her ear.

Spencer watched in tense anticipation as the door opened, revealing Dean Welkman, just as was planned. He shook the hand of the man who knocked, following him to the limo. Spencer heard him thanking the man as he opened the door for Dean. Dean got in and sat down by the window. The man followed him in and shut the door. The driver started to drive.

Spencer glanced at the driver. The driver nodded at the tranquilizer gun in Spencer’s hands and immediately, Spencer sprang into action. They leaned out from the passenger seat, which signaled to the man to grab Dean’s arm and pull him into the center aisle. Swiftly, Spencer fired the tranquilizer, hitting Dean. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a blindfold was tied over his eyes and a gag was stuffed into his mouth. The driver slammed on the gas and the limo sped forward.

Spencer felt gleeful. They looked back at Dean just in time to see him fall against the body of the man he sat next to, unconscious. The drugs would keep him that way for a couple hours, but Spencer knew, as everyone else did, that he would not be waking up.

An hour or so passed before they reached their destination. They stopped in front of a barbed-wire gate, guarding a large, lakeside property they knew to be abandoned. Spencer got out, as did two of the men in the back, one of them with Dean slung over his shoulder. Spencer watched as the other man pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the gate, holding it open for Spencer and the other man. They went through and began trudging through the untamed underbrush until they reached a rickety dock reaching out onto the lake.

“Stop,” the man not holding Dean said. He pulled a knife out of his pocket. The second man saw and lowered Dean so he was somewhat in a standing position. The first man moved over and Spencer looked away just as he jabbed the knife into the man’s neck. Blood spurted out and Spencer squeezed their eyes shut. This was fine. This had to happen.

There was no other way.


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Cairo, sliding a picture across the table: I need you to stab this person in the leg

Chess: … This is a picture of you

Cairo: Riley wants me to try Zumba

No. 13 - THAT’S GONNA LEAVE A MARK

“This is gonna suck” | burns | cauterization

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@whumptober-archive


Ely as usual was stolen from @epochandeons


Steve couldn’t help but kick himself as he drove to the Daniels’. He’d been so stupid, he knew he had. It was entirely his fault, too. He shouldn’t have turned his back on someone who had threatened to stab him, he really should have known better.

Luckily, it was just a glancing wound, but it definitely needed stitches and of course it was just out of his reach. He’d called ahead, Fao was home, as were Finn and Ely for a change. There was no way he could go to A&E, they’d just act a million questions he didn’t have time or energy for. Fao would do.

He knew better than to use the front door; he’d had plenty of tellings off from Sheila and didn’t have the energy for another. He let himself in through the back, blood dripping as he unlocked the door. He’d obviously done a terrible job at an attempt at a bandage.

Fao met Steve at the door, unable to stop his smirk. “Well, this is a welcome change. C'mon, let’s get you sat before you keel over.”

Steve raised his hand in warning. “Don’t.”

“Alright, come on. Sit, yeah? I’ve got you.”

“Don’t take forever, will you?” He asked as he sat. “I just need it stitched up.”

“Mmhmm, I’ll be the judge of that.” Fao said, grabbing his supplies. “Top off.”

“It’s fine.” He told him, taking his top off. “See?”

“Yeah, because that much blood is always fine.”

“Nothing vital.”

“Sure.”

“See for yourself.”

Fao sat in front of him, adjusting the light to get a better look at the wound. It was still determinedly bleeding, but he managed to get a decent look at it. It wasn’t deep enough to have hit anything major, nothing about it had him worried.

“Alright, fine. Nothing vital, this time.” He said after a moment. “But you’re lucky it’s not worse.”

“I’m not lucky. I told you I was fine.”

“You are lucky, you’re bloody close to plenty of vital shit.”

“Stop with the lecture and just fix me up, will you?”

Fao hummed. “I’m getting there. Looking for the local…” He was sure he’d gotten some out.

“Alright.”

He couldn’t find it. It wasn’t with the rest of the kit where it was supposed to be, and as he rummaged through the drawers it was nowhere to be seen. Either someone had taken it and not put it back properly, or they’d forgotten to order some more when they’d run out.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath. “We’ve got none.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I wish I was.”

He took a slow breath. “Fine. Just get it done.”

“We’ve got Midaz. Or propofol? Ely can come over.”

Steve scoffed. “You are not knocking me out.”

“I wouldn’t, Ely would.”

“None of you are.”

“I can hardly suture without giving you anything. Ely might be dating me but she’s not that bad.”

Steve stood. “You touch the propofol and you’re done.”

“Sit back down.” Fao told him, a hand on his shoulder. “Pain meds then. Morphine?”

“No. I’m working later.”

“No you’re not.”

“Not if you keep taking forever.”

“Without pain relief, this is gonna suck. It’s gonna suck even with pain relief. Take the Midaz, Steve. Or at the very least some oramorph.”

“No.” He pulled his shirt on. “I’ll ask Finn instead.”

“Finn’s been having myos all morning. Do you really want him to suture? Over the surgical reg?”

“At the minute, neither of you are doing it.”

“Fine, I’ll do it with no pain meds. If you’re so determined to suffer then you can. Shirt off.”

He pulled it back over his head, glad his back was to Fao as he grimaced in pain. “It’s not even that bad now.”

“Sure, sure.”

Steve sat on the bed, and turned to Fao. “Nice and quick, then.”

“Can you lay down for me?”

“If I must.”

“Just want to make sure you’re not going to go anywhere.”

“As if anywhere would let me in looking like this.”

“I don’t want you keeling over off the edge of the bed, yeah? Don’t feel like scraping you off the floor.”

“My blood pressure is fine.” He said, though did lie down.

“Surely that’s more comfortable, anyway?” Fao said, picking up his kit. “Just shout if you need a break, alright?”

“It is.” He agreed. “Do me a favour and don’t fuck it up.”

“Me? Fuck up? I’m hurt.” Fao said, and started to suture.

Steve tapped his feet. “You’ll get over it.”

“I might not.” He said, chewing his lip as he concentrated. He wasn’t about to do sloppy work.

“I’m sure you will.”

He was quiet then, too busy on his work. It was difficult, Steve was fidgety, and after a few minutes he frustratedly adjusted his light. Ely walked in after that, and he twisted to look at her.

“A stór. The last stock take we did, did we order any local? I’ve just turned the place upside down looking for some.”

Ely frowned at him. “I thought Steve did the last one. Are you suturing without any?”

“I wish I wasn’t.” Fao grumbled.

“Oh, fucking hell. Really, Steve?”

“Don’t be nice to him, he refused painkillers.”

“And we wonder where you get it from.” She teased.

“If you’re going to flirt, will you do it in your own time?” Steve interrupted. “I need this over with.”

“Painkillers would help.” Ely said, sitting down next to him. “I really can’t get you anything?”

“No.” He winced as Fao started up again. “It’ll be over soon.”

“I just saw you wince.”

“It’s difficult to suture neatly when you keep fidgeting, Steve.”

“I’m staying as still as I can.”

“Which is why you need meds.” He said bluntly.

Ely sighed. “Look, ignore him, he’s an ass. Won’t you let me give you something?”

“I told Fao, I’m working later.”

“Not with a wound like that.”

“A few stitches and I’ll be fine.”

“Judging by the blood that’s around, you need rest. Have some meds, and then you can sleep it off. We’ve got plenty of midaz and other stuff, we could do twilight or something. Then it’ll be done before you know it.” Ely said gently.

“Please, Ely. Just let Fao get on with it.”

“I’m better than Fao with the drugs. Not even some codeine, morphine? Just to take the edge off, Steve.”

His protests were interrupted as he jumped, jerking away from Fao. He groaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck.”

Fao swore, and dropped his stuff with a clatter. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Steve didn’t move, hands clenched into fists as he tried to breathe through the pain.

“That’s it, Steve, breathe through it. Nice deep breaths.” Ely soothed. “Let me give you something? Please, just so we can sort this.”

“What?”

“It would be best to try some sedation, some midaz or fentanyl. That’ll keep you still, really. Means we can finish quicker.”

“The bare minimum.”

“Of course. Only as much as you need.”

“I need to still be conscious and talking.” He countered, offering her his arm.

“Mmhmm. We’ll look after you.” Ely said, grabbing some gloves and a cannulation kit.

“I’m serious, Ely.”

“We need you to settle and be still, so Fao can suture. You’ll be relaxed.” She told him.

“Fao was doing a fine job.”

“I was trying my best, but you were too fidgety.” Fao told him. “I just need you to be relaxed enough not to move, yeah?”

“I wasn’t moving.” He grumbled.

“Alright.” Fao wasn’t about to argue with him, but just let his girlfriend work.

Ely got set up quickly, well practiced by now. Gone were the days when doing things like this used to scare her. Now it was virtually second nature. She got the cannula in easily - Steve was a welcome change from Fao’s difficult veins or a seizing Finn.

Steve watched her carefully as she worked. He trusted her clinical skills - it had been half the reason she’d been picked in the first place - but he didn’t trust her to not drug him. He didn’t trust either of them.

With the monitoring set up that she wanted (or rather, what she knew she could get away with without Steve having a strop) Ely shared a look with Fao as she measured out the meds. They’d worked together long enough now that Fao knew exactly what she wanted, and so he moved his stool slightly, aiming to distract Steve as she gave the drugs.

“Who are you on shift with tonight, Steve? Did you see the rota?”

He took the bait. “I didn’t recognise the name. Think it’s someone new.”

“Fresh blood? At least they can’t be any worse than us lot, eh?”

Ely gave the meds as quickly as she dared, enough to make sure Fao could get everything sorted. She rubbed his arm, hoping to be another welcome distraction.

“Oh, you…twat.” He slowly turned to Ely. “What did I tell you?”

“Just relax, Steve. I only gave you as much as you need, yeah? Couple of nice deep breaths for me?”

“I should go. Serve you right.” He struggled to focus, to piece the sentence together.

“Later, yeah? Let’s just take a deep breath, relax for me.” Her voice was gentle.

He hummed. “Yeah.”

“Well done, that’s it. Just relax, you can close your eyes if you want.”

He pulled his hand from Ely’s reach. “No more.”

She laughed. “No more, I promise. How about a little nap, hmm?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Always have a choice. Thought it might be nice, I bet you’re feeling pretty sleepy.”

“Twat.”

“So you’ve said.” She said lightly. “It’s alright, we’ll look after you.”

“Thanks.”

“That’s okay, that’s what we’re here for.” She said, and glanced over at Fao. He hadn’t started to suture again yet, but was fussing over the wound, trying to ease the bleeding a little.

As Fao hit a particularly sore point, he turned to look at the wound. “Ow.”

“Sorry, Steve. It’s a bit sore, isn’t it? Don’t worry, it’ll get better.”

“Will it?”

“Yeah, just focus on those deep breaths.” Ely told him. “Nice and relaxed.”

Steve did as he was told; after all, he didn’t really have much choice. He shifted slightly to get more comfortable (and just to annoy Fao, he was sure), and shut his eyes. He might as well try and sleep through it as much as he could.

“That’s it, well done.” She said, rubbing his arm, and then turned to her boyfriend. “Go on, shouldn’t have any trouble now.”

Fao nodded, and started to suture, as quickly as he could. He hated this just as much as Steve did, they just didn’t have a choice.

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