Eliot shrugged. "It's bleedin' fine, that'll keep it from gettin' infected too fast. Escape first, then triage." He limped roughly past the remains of his favorite blender (dammit) and surveyed the damage. "Roof is only asking to get hit by more sharks. We need some place fortified."
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Date: 2017-08-07 05:05 am (UTC)