It's been at least an hour since you've been knocked out. My bloody shirt is laying on the bathroom floor of the crappy motel I was able to drag us to. Imagine my surprise when I can feel the hole in my side closing up right after you kiss me. Everything past that is a blur, other than laying you in bed. My blue eyes have turned to purple, my teeth ache, and I swear my sense of smell is getting better, as well as my other senses. I dont know what's happening, but at least we're alive.
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