Mar 11, 2017
“Alright, you don’t get to say shit.”
Gaz leaned against the rail to keep his weight off of his ankle. Of course he’d be the one to catch his foot in a hole and twist it. The ankle was now swollen and purple, not the best looking ankle he’d ever seen. Gaz knew that someone ratted him out to McCoy, otherwise, she wouldn’t have tracked him down.
“Just wrap me up or whatever you have to do,” he told her. “You can tease me about it later.”
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