John: *slices his hand open, pressing his bloody hand against his wound infecting him faster, watching it close up slowly as he takes his hand away*
Felix: *slouching into him barely conscious, holding onto his shirt loosely*
John: *starts to clean up the blood and the wound, pressing a wet cloth to his hair to get the blood out*
Felix: *whimpers a bit, blacking out again*
John: *stops and gently starts to dress the wound, making sure to be careful*
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John: *hugging Felix possessively, burying his face into his neck* Im sorry, I love you. I didn't mean to hurt you.
Felix: *holding onto him, barely aware* I want Tyler- and Mike and Nat.
John: We'll find them when you're healed more. *presses a kiss to his neck*
Felix: *leans into him more* I want them. They're at the army base.
John: *smiles softly and presses him closer* They'll be ours soon.
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Fine! I made them be sweeties
