[Kylar had asked him to check up on her, but to be honest, it even takes him a while to spot which bed she's in. They don't know each other, and although it's not strange for him to have death in common with someone, it's strange that it's her death they have in common.
He lopes up to her, trying not to look as awkward as he feels this is. His arm is in a sling; and depending on whether the flood has started or not, there are little curved ridges of bone coming through the fabric of his trousers.]
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He lopes up to her, trying not to look as awkward as he feels this is. His arm is in a sling; and depending on whether the flood has started or not, there are little curved ridges of bone coming through the fabric of his trousers.]
You Abigail?