the star of northland
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Thread Topic: the star of northland
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Quinn shrugged with his one good arm, the other limp at his side. ‘So, do you want my help or not, Alec?’ he said, watching him with narrowed eyes.
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(I gtg a bit now, cya!)
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"What does it look like?" Elliot glared at the guy, gesturing to his leg. He tried to take another step and let out a cry of pain, collapsing to the ground. "Why did I do that..." He muttered, trying to stand back up.
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Quinn kneeled next to the man and grabbed his hand, draping the man’s arm over his shoulder. ‘You ready?’ he said, getting ready to stand up.
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"Mhm," Elliot hummed in response, standing up with the guy. He groans softly in pain, adjusting himself. "I am sorry for, well, all of this. You really didn't have to help me..."
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‘You’re right, I didn’t,’ Quinn said, helping the guy to his apartment. ‘I’m Quinn, by the way.’
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Elliot looked over at Quinn, a small smile appearing on his face. "I'm Elliot," he said, looking away as he spoke. He groaned softly as he put weight on his injured leg, wincing in pain.
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Quinn smiled back, looking at Elliot. ‘You okay?’ he asked. The two got to his apartment. ‘Could you open the door?’
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Elliot nodded and reached for the door, opening it. "Yeah, I'll manage," he replies, shifting his weight a bit as he followed Quinn inside.
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Quinn sat him on the couch. ‘I’ll be right back,’ he said, and walked into one of the other rooms. He took off his bung arm and set it on his work bench, then looked under his bed for a first aid kit.
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Elliot settled down on the couch, wincing in pain as he propped it up. s---... I didn't think she'd actually send someone to kill me... He sighed as he leaned back against the armrest, rubbing his face with his hands.
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Quinn came back after a couple minutes, after having taking off his coat. He wore a white button down shirt, one sleeve hanging limp from the lack of his arm. He carried a first aid kit. ‘Are you feeling okay? Apart from the pain in your leg,’ he said, kneeling in front of him to take a better look.
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"Other than that, I'm unscathed," Elliot replied with a short chuckle, nodding.
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Quinn smiled, beginning to clean up some of the blood. ‘Good,’ he said. ‘Tell me if any of this hurts, okay?’
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Elliot nodded as Quinn pressed the cleaning wipes to his leg, wincing slightly at the contact. "f---, that burns a bit..."
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