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... le finally doing its work as Cyan drifted into a dull, chemical haze. They put six stitches in his forehead and right eye and another eight in his shoulder. His arm was set, a process that made me have to look at the ceiling, and encased in a stark white cast.
"This ruins my entire aesthetic," Cyan murmured, staring mournfully at the plaster.
"Be grateful you’re alive," I said, leaning back in the chair I’d pulled up to the bed.
Cyan looked at me, his eyes finally losing ...
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