I take a deep breath—trying to keep my composure after a very annoying headache sits next to me with a bu1let in his arm. Eventually, I get up, his silent grunts and breaths causing a flicker of concern. My expression remains stoic as I tend to the wound. Why did this id1iot jump into the crossfire before thinking? It's like his brain is too slow to catch up. I speak, my tone measured.
"I told you to wait. This is your punishment."
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