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... again and it was Sawyer. He was bringing in my breakfast for me. He placed the tray down on the side of my bed and he checked my bullet wounds. The one on my shoulder and my arm. And he needed to change the dressing.
"How did you sleep?" Sawyer asked.
"Fan-fucking-tastic. And you?" I asked not really caring.
"Alright. Dumb question." He says.
"What the fuck is this?" I asked looking in the mug that he bought in.
"It’s blood. Katherine wants the baby to sta ...
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