Thirty-Five

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"Ow, that was painful." I say. 

"Man, you good?" Lo'ak asked. 

My body had scars and a bit of blood. There was a bullet wound. I started panting hard. Lo'ak examines the wound. 

"Any good news?"

"Uh, it didn't hit your heart." 

"Perfect."

I slumped down. Lo'ak starts slapping my face. 

"Ow! What the heck was that for?" I hiss. 

"Don't fucking die on me." He said. 

"I'll try not to." I pant.

He drags me to a bed of some sort. I lay on it. 

"This feels a lot comfier than my old bed." I breathe. 

"That's nice keep talking." Lo'ak says.

Lo'ak examines the first aid kit, because for some reason it was just lying there.

"Do you even know what you're doing?"

"Eh. More or less." 

He puts some stingy stuff on the wound. I wince.

"Really hope no one finds us here." I say.

"Me too." 

He puts a cloth on the wound and pushes his hands on the cloth. We stare at each other for a while. 

"You look so goddamn hot." I say.

"Damn right I am."

We kiss for a long time. Time faded. Our tails curve around each other like two vines in a dance. I touch his side of his face. 



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