"He's not here," I mumbled in disappointment.
"Maybe "
"WHY IS HE NOT HERE?" Tears began to form at the corner of my eyes and David stepped in, his arms wrapping around me instinctively.
"Hey common…
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"Please help, I...I think I've been shot." My hand simultaneously clutches the wound at my side and my vision blurs.
"Anyone?!" I gasped in response to the sharp pain threatening to spread.
Silence.…
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