“Alright then, I guess I’m on my own,” She muttered as she pulled her shirt up, biting down on it to hold it up, and to keep herself from screaming. She watched the claw marks carefully, immediately pressing a towel to the gash to keep herself from bleeding out. With her free hand, she picked up an already threaded needle to patch herself up.
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