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Putting one foot in front of the other was generally the best way to get where you were going. But for some reason it just wasn’t working well for him today.
Still with me, my man? Keep that arm up. That’s it.
Star wasn’t sure whether the shirt wrapped tightly around his forearm was supposed to staunch the blood or just plain hold the pieces together… but neither seemed hopeful prospects.
Neither did keeping his arm… above… his head…
when his head was…
floating up…
away…
Stay with me, here, Bastian. C’mon, man.
He wasn’t walking anymore... but now he was getting...
somewhere.
Adrian carrying him was wrong... on so...
many... levels...
he couldn’t… stand it...
…but…
at least it brought him…
closer…
to his…
head…
Sebastian. Let me see those eyes. Look at me. We’re almost there. Look at me.
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Nurse! Help now. Knife fight. Police report? Bastian!Calm down, sir.No such thing as offensive knife wounds, lady.Figure it out later.Get a doctor in here.Paperwork.Now.Emery!
…Emery. “...Lance?”
You know Lance? I’m Leigha. Lee. Here, let me help you… we’ll fix you right up. You're okay. It's okay, Lancelot Emery is my brother... Here…
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A/N: half Star's scar story, eh?
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