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โป ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐... ๐๐ด๐ฐ๐: ๐บ๐ถ๐ธ๐น| ๐ป๐พ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ: ๐๐๐ฐ๐ ๐ด๐ป๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ ๐ต๐๐พ๐ผ ๐๐ป๐๐ฐ๐ฝ ๐๐พ ๐ฑ๐๐๐ฐ๐ฝ, ๐บ๐พ๐๐ด๐ฐ| ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ธ๐๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ: ๐๐ธ๐ด๐ ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐๐ท๐ด๐ ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ธ๐๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ| ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ด๐: ๐ด๐ฐ๐๐๐ท| เผโงโห โฉ โก๏ธ เญง โ๐ฆพ หโบ . โฉฉ Key terms: โฆ Gauze: A thin transparent fabric of silk and cotton. โฆ Yavi Yener: A sci-fi knife. โฆ NAAII Headquarters: New Axis Artificial Intelligence Institute Headquarters เผโงโห โฉ โก๏ธ เญง โ๐ฆพ หโบ . โฉฉ โ Jisung you have to stay with me! โ Mark exclaimed to the bluenette who was ghostly pale on the bullet-holed bed. The ravenette had to strip the younger out of his inner and outer shirts in order to apply pressure on the few bullet wounds that were located on the boy's left shoulder and upper abdomen. Jisung made a painful groan in response. Mark made sure to grab whatever necessary thing left in the first aid kit to help dress the latter's wound in the small room. The raven haired male didn't even realize that a solemn tear coursed down his cheeks as he tried to dress the wounds in a panicked yet focused manner. He noticed that Jisung was losing consciousness because of the loss of blood. โ You better not die on me... you're not allowed to because if you do, I'll make sure to bring you back then kill you again โ Mark told the blue-haired as he wrapped the white gauze over the reddish wounds. Jisung softly chuckled. He then lifted his hand to gently wipe the stray tear from the ravenette's eyes andย answered, โ You're just being dramatic, I'll be okay... I promise โ Those were his last words before drifting off to a deep sleep. โงอเผ*โบหโงโ๏ธ๐ฉปโ๐งฟโงโงอโบห๏ฝฅเผ* ๐๐ด๐ฐ๐: ๐บ๐ถ๐ธ๐ถ| ๐ป๐พ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ: ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด๐พ๐ฝ, ๐บ๐พ๐๐ด๐ฐ| ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ธ๐๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ: ๐๐ธ๐ด๐ ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐๐ท๐ด๐ ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ธ๐๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ| |
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