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Kaitlyn*

I ripped my shirt into pieces then made a bandage out of it before wrapping it around Wesley's chest. I didn't care how I looked, I wearing a jockbra I bought when I first started training. It helps by making the breasts invisible and helps in reducing pains that are directed to the chest during wrestling practices, trainings as well as wrestling matches.

"This should work." I said after tying a piece of my torn cloth around Wesley's chest.

I looked away the moment our eyes met and I got up, moving away from him. My head engrossed in thoughts. "What if you had died? What if it was something I couldn't handle? Wesley did you realize that you really did put your life at risk here?"

"I've told you. I don't die easily. I still wouldn't have died even if I was the only one left in this bush. Or even if I had gotten shot a million times over."

Oh yeah?

I moved to the extreme end of the room and sat down. The day had started getting darker. There was no way we could make it time for