Move {Doc}
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{AshenRainia}
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He stabbed her in the back, with a gun. "Scoot." She looks back at him bewildered. The sniper was minding her own business while racking up her kill count when she was assaulted by her fiancé.
"Did you just tell me to scoot?" He simply repeated the command poking her in the shoulder blades with his stim pistol. "What are you doing?"
"Healing you." He pushed Y/n foreword lightly so she didn't fall over.
"But you're just-" He smacked the back of her head.
"Shut up and go." This was next level friendly fire.
"But-"
"Move!"
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