knife & henren pls bestie ❤️
“Henrietta Wilson if you pull that knife I’m going to kill you,” Karen threatened, panic and fear in her voice when Hen touched the knife currently sticking out of her shoulder.
“Hey, hey, I know better than that,” Hen wheezed out a laugh, trying to ignore the pain as she focused on her wife. “Never take the knife out.”
“Good,” Karen muttered. “Where the hell is Chim?”
“He’s coming,” Hen said, nodding towards where Chimney was rushing towards them.
“What happened?” Chimney asked, concern on his face as he started unpacking his med supplies.
“I got stabbed,” Hen deadpanned, wincing as she accidentally jostled her wound.
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