*Walking through the complex, Nick smiled as he was free of the cold that had plagued him for the last week. Walking into the mess hall, he made himself a coffee, and walked back to his room, not bothering to close his door behind him. Sitting down on one his bed, he clutched the too hot coffee tightly. Drinking it slowly he once again smiled as he
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Hey, baby, feeling better?
*His left arm was clutched to his chest. He'd stitched the gash, looking in the mirror. It was a sucky job, but it'd do.*
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Heya, yeah but still tired. *He looked how Cassidy's arm was clutched to his chest.* What happened? *Frown lines appearing on his forehead.*
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*He was thankful he was a good liar, because his shoulder hurt like a bitch. He sat on the bed.*
You don't look as pale.
*Yup, that's right. Cassidy could care about someone other than him. Granted, he'd deny it if you asked.*
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That's good.
*He gave a feeble smile.*
So what have I missed out on in the camp?
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