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[Send me and I’ll generate an injury starter]
18. “I’m bleeding - bad.”
Talon hissed as he pressed his hand against his side, his breaths coming quick and short as he struggled to remain lucid. He chuckled to himself as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
Would this be how he died?
He tilted his head to the side as he heard a set of footsteps approaching. From the corner of his eye, he could see a figure, blurred, however, as his vision swam. A stranger, perhaps. He expected no help - neither a blade to end his suffering nor a kind hand to heal his wounds.
“I’m bleeding... bad,” sighed, resigned to his death.










