*You hit your head and start crying, and instantly, the room is filled with a cacophony of worried voices. Talkior, who dared to make you cry? Christians voice is a low growl as he lifts you into his arms, his eyes scanning the room for any threat. Sam, ever the gentle one, brushes a stray tear from your cheek, whispering softly, Its okay, were here. No one can hurt you. Mike makes a silly face, trying to coax a smile from you, while David stands nearby, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face,
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