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In the hospital...
As the doctor and nurses are trying to save the child inside the room. While Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie and Y/n are waiting. As Moxxie looks like he's traumatized when Millie is patting his head, trying to comfort him.

While Blitzø is reading a book(👀) while Y/n was focusing on their phone, like always.
As the doctor opens the door.

Doctor
" he appears to be in stable condition but he'll need surgery, now what insurance provider do you freaks have. "

Blitzø
" the f*ck is insurance? "
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As the stroller with the boy laying on. And Millie and Moxxie holding it tightly as they screams as it crashes the window of the hospital and falls.
Follows by Blitzø and Y/n who's rope was snapped as they falling down too.

Kids die for free!
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Moxxie
" I'd like to go on record and say that incident was Loona and Y/n's fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target, it's very simple. And Y/n is barely focusing on anything other than their phone!"

Loona
" sit on a d*ck, Moxxie. "

She said with her feet on the table while rolls her eyes.

Y/n
" or even let Millie peg you. "

Y/n follow by, focusing on their phone.

Moxxie
" you sit! Sit on a- and the- d- do your job!! "

Moxxie yelled, trying to protest.

Blitzø
" hey, now we don't blame our screw-up's on Loona and Y/n, okay? They didn't do anything wrong. "

He said while hugging both Loona and Y/n as he snuggles into Loona who was snarling at him. While Y/n doesn't care and still focusing on their phone.

Moxxie
" are you kidding me, sir? Loona is awful. And Y/n is just a lazybone! "
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As Loona on the counter, as the cellophone on her desk rings as she picks it up.

Loona
" hello, I.M.P "

"LOONA I'M GETTING STABBED! CALL MO-"

And she hung it up.

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As Millie was cleaning up her room. With Y/n who's supposed to help her instead they are focusing on their phone.
Millie pouts as she takes Y/n's phone.

Y/n
" hey! "

Millie
" ah ah ah, not until you helped me. "

She said. As Y/m frowns at her and went to closet as they opens it.
And with a lots of toys falling out of it. As Y/n look at Millie with a 'what the actual f*ck' faces.

As Millie whistles awkwardly while scratching the back of her head while blushing.

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