A form lay on the floor. Silver hair. Uzi’s core skipped a beat in her chest, as she carefully approached- V. She was propped up against one of the walls, her chest slowly rising and falling, her clothing was ripped, and her eyes were closed. For a split second, Uzi thought she was dead, but, oh. She was asleep. Uzi sighed in relief. She looked hurt, but she clearly managed to heal. She walks up to V, crouching and shaking her lightly
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