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Pov Patrick

- 1, 2, 3. Breathe. 1, 2, 3. Breathe. He's having a cardiac arrest.

- Intubate this one. Apply 15ml of morphine.

- Any relatives or history, alpha? Alpha?

I was frozen seeing the whole situation.

Someone planned my luna's murder.

- Alpha?

- Look, she looks good in red. You like red, right? You must find it sexy, all the boys do. Did you know she didn't want to be my friend? She abandoned me like everyone else. Oh there. - I identify Sabrina's voice

- Alpha!?

- Hey - I say more concentrated

- History or parentage? - A paramedic asks me

- I thought it would hurt more, you know? Like, watching your new pack of paint fall to the floor. - Sabrina says gesturing with her hands and making faces

- You're drunk, Sabrina. Shut up. - I say no bag to babysit

- But I'm serious. I asked, like the others, and she left, like the others. It didn't hurt like the others but it was like I sneezed giving some detail to a beaut
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