I groan in pain as I hold my side. . . a large, gaping shotgun wound lies as it slowly bleeds out. I look up and see. . . a kid? H-Help. . . M-Me I weakly say as my voice is as faint as ever. . . my tail and ears, lay flat on the cold surface of my head and floor. . .
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