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~Aspen

Kastriv is methodical and efficient as he continues to sew up my wound.

"Fuck this," I grit out, stomach clenching. It's odd, knowing I should be feeling more pain currently. My arm is numb, either from adrenaline, or from whatever tonic Kastriv gave me, that is currently making my head spin.

Finally, after what feels like centuries passing, Kastriv pulls away.

I watch as he turns back to his table, rummaging through the supplies. "All done now. Let me clean it up and bandage it."

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