[ And she’s gone. Trevor swears under his breath, checking the cuts from the assassins teeth. Deeper than he’d like and longer with a lot of blood, but probably no cut artery. Thank fuck. Alucard’s hand enters his vision, closing around the wounds. ]
Shit. You okay?
[ Trevor why would you ask that while bleeding all over the place. ]
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Shit. You okay?
[ Trevor why would you ask that while bleeding all over the place. ]