The flames of hatred. ((co-written with random_xtras))
Lynn is back in the Nexus, her pantsuit filthy and torn and her face pale and soot-streaked as she lays in the arms of a short, burly guy in shredded jeans and T-shirt.
She's also laying far too still as he lays her gently on the nearest couch and starts to apply CPR.
So... the mun guesses the question is. Any doctors around?
She's also laying far too still as he lays her gently on the nearest couch and starts to apply CPR.
So... the mun guesses the question is. Any doctors around?