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June 11, 2010

Stacy: Crimson

I ripped open his shirt, pressed my hands frantically to the gushing hole in his chest.

"Ted, look at me..."

His eyes flickered open, pain-glazed. Sweat beaded his forehead, his breath came raggedly.

I looked at the nearest human-shaped figure, vaguely aware how he cowered away. Unimportant, the only important thing was my partner bleeding his life out in this shit town.

"Get my pack," I snarled.

The human shape darted out the door. I snatched up someone’s jacket and added to the pressure on Ted’s chest. So pale…

“Ted...”

He coughed, blood flecking his lips. Then he was gone.

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