- were no words of comfort she could offer. What would be the point? At least he was still alive. Too often did it feel like someone was trying to pick them off one by one. Maybe they were? "The culprit better look fucking worse."

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- eyes hesitantly lift from the ground to the handle, and then... "Fuck." It was worse than she'd thought. A slew of red tinted bandages, and pristine casts engulfed Rufus. She could barely see his face beneath the blooming bruises and fierce cuts. Fuck. "You look like shit." There -

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Again she found herself in medical. And again, it wasn't for her. Why she did this, she didn't know. They were fine. They'd always be fine. Until they weren't. Pressing her lips together, she passes a short sigh between them before opening the door. Her -

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Not a fucking word. #SeductiveSunday

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#SpartanSaturday

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