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Bo jotted down the information as he spoke, the pen making soft scratching sounds against the paper. “No insurance, got it,” she mumbled to herself, something catching in her throat. Quickly, she coughed into her elbow away from the bleeding teen. “Sorry about that, Everett,” the sickly girl apologized, clearing her throat before glancing over to him. “Okay now, any allergies? Also, they’re gonna need what injuries you have currently.”
Everett stared at the girl with disgusted yet curious eyes. “You alright there, doll?” While he didn’t really care, the girl was helping him, might as well take a bit of courtesy. “No allergies, and uh... Gunshot wound to the right shoulder, about---” he glanced tot he bleeding wound wrapped in gauze. “Two inches deep and barely missin’ bone.”










