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𝄞₊ I got nothing ⊹
Jaylah rushed to Akira's side, her hands shaking as she applied pressure to the wound. "Im fine, just a flesh wound," Akira insisted through gritted teeth. "But I need to stop the bleeding," Jaylah reported, her voice trembling with worry as she tried to assess the extent of Akira's injury.
She took off her jacket and ripped it into makeshift bandages, applying them to Akira's wound with practiced efficiency. Megumi watched with a mix of concern and anger, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events.
"Ow! shit! too tight!" Akira winced as Jaylah applied pressure, his face contorted with pain. "Sorry," Jaylah muttered, her hands trembling as she adjusted the bandages with more gentleness. Megumi's jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides as he struggled to maintain his composure despite Roa's calculated brutality.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Roa?" he demanded, his voice a low growl of anger and frustration. Roa's expression remained impassive, his gaze locked onto Megumi's with an unsettling intensity.
