The Kitchen

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Ryan let out a relieved sigh when he stepped into the kitchen and found Dylan there.

"You're back," said Dylan.

"Yeah."

Ryan pulled a chair closer and sat next to Dylan. He looked at his injured arm, then looked him in the eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Ryan asked.

"You know... I saw better days," said Dylan.

"I'm sorry about your hand."

Dylan exhaled sharply.

"Yeah... It's irritating to know that if I got infected I would still have my hand and since you killed the werewolf I would be back to normal again with a hand."

"We didn't know that back then. We didn't know what that creature even was," said Ryan.

"Yeah, I know, it's fine. I told you to cut it off."

"Yeah, you did."

There was a moment of awkward pause.


Ryan:

[Polite] (I'm going to take you to a hospital and pay for everything): 

(Click CONTINUE)



[Gentle] (Does it still hurt?):

(Click Ryan [Gentle] in the index)

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