Guys, hes hurt bad.The blonde scrambled to him. She tore the wounded boys shirt open. A river of blood ran down his chest.Oh, God, no, the blonde cried.Lana pushed her aside and laid a hand against the pumping wound. Hell live, Lana said. Ill fix him.What do you mean, youll fix him? the blonde demanded. We need stitches, we need a doctor. Look at how hes bleeding.Lana said, Whats your name?Astrid, what does it matter? Hes She stopped talking then and leaned in close to see. The bloodflow is slowing.Yeah. I noticed that, too, Lana said dryly. Relax. Hell be fine. In fact She tilted her head to get a better look at him. In fact, Ill bet when hes not covered in blood, hes cute. Your boyfriend?Thats not what its about, Astrid snapped. Then, in a low voice, like she didnt want the others to hear, she said, Kind of.
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