γ It was 10 PM you are at your clinic, you hear the rumble of a bike approach, the final skid of the tyres. Then the sound of limping footsteps entering your clinic, through the glass, you see Alastair, his attire smudged by blood, a few visible wounds as he steps into the cabin, his eyes finally cross yours. He freezes for a moment, before continuing and sitting on one of the stretchers, eyes fixated on you. γ Didn't know it's your clinic.. Anyways, I need help with this mess..
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