"What sort of medicine?" I gesture at my chest. "I've gotten my fair share of gashes and cuts over the years, and it looks like they aren't stopping anytime soon."
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he's like wow check out my bod
I have scars isn't that hot :^))
idk what I'm doing
( i tried to read the 4 other pages but i couldnt bring myself to do it )
I inspect his wounds. "Well, it's sort of snowing and icy outside and I need certain plants and..." I continue to ramble on about how I cannot treat them right now.