who's afraid

Dakota Finch. Twenty-five. Don't wait up.

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Is something wrong?

[dakotafinch]

royalsalem:

dakotafinch:

That’s even worse.

I don’t remember what happened. 

What do you mean you don’t remember?

I don’t know what happened last night. 

He was here and then everything’s black. And then I woke up like this. 

I think I’m going crazy.

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Is something wrong?

[dakotafinch]

royalsalem:

Stop. You’re fine, okay?

Dakota, look at me. Calm down and breathe.

If this was your blood, you’d be dead. Right now, that’s all that matters. Everything else, we’ll figure out. But right now, you’re alive and that is all I care about.

That’s even worse.

I don’t remember what happened. 

[royalsalem-blog]

Is something wrong?

[dakotafinch]

royalsalem:

Okay. It’s okay. It’s fine. 

Listen, I’ve got you. Nothing will happen to you, okay?

Let’s go upstairs and get you cleaned up.

No, something’s wrong. 

There’s too much blood. And I don’t know where it’s from. 

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Is something wrong?

[dakotafinch]

royalsalem:

Shh, shh. It’s okay.

Is this - is this your blood?

I don’t know.

I don’t think so. 

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Is something wrong?

[dakotafinch]

royalsalem:

Hunter? As in your dead brother Hunter?

As in the man who  - fuck, come here, sit down. 

But he isn’t dead.

He said he wasn’t dead. But he’s gone. And there’s blood.

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Is something wrong?

[dakotafinch]

royalsalem:

Dakota?

What’s happened? Wh-why are you covered in blood?

Dakota?

Something’s wrong. I don’t know -- Hunter came back. And now he’s gone. And I woke up like this, everywhere--

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Is something wrong?

[dakotafinch]

royalsalem:

I think so.

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What’s this?

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It’s healing up real nice. Soon, you’ll be able to limp out of here.

[dakotafinch]

Can’t you bust me out now?

I feel like I’m losing my mind in here.

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What’s this?

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Yeah, big dogs can do that to ya.

[dakotafinch]

Yeah.

It’s healing, at least? It couldn’t have been that bad. 

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What’s this?

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It’s - it’s fine, it’s probably just my magic doing what it’s good for.

Right, a dog…was it a big dog?

[dakotafinch]

You’re getting pretty good.

..Yeah, pretty big. 

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What’s this?

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But, there’s hardly a scar.

Unless someone came in other than me and gave you a stronger dose of what you know as “Ainsley lovin”, this isn’t - 

I wasn’t going to ask, but - what happened? What do you remember?

[dakotafinch]

Wait - what?

I, uh - I don’t know, it was what they say it was -- it was a dog. And it was late, and dark, and it just happened.

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What’s this?

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Kotie - 

It’s healed.

[dakotafinch]

Okay, don’t be funny. I said better, not better-better.

I just don’t like you fussing.

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What’s this?

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Turn your head. Let me see.

[dakotafinch]

I told you, it’s better.

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What’s this?

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I think we’re the most sane people in this town.

[dakotafinch]

Sadly, that’s probably true.

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What’s this?

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Shh, don’t let the doctors hear. They’ll think we’re crazy.

[dakotafinch]

Aren’t we?

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What’s this?

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You are a funny one.

Being lazy you mean?

[dakotafinch]

Healing people. Me specifically.