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text; sent morning of the 20th

[beardedflannel]

[ he's struggled with what to say to her for a while now since they returned, even after she jabbed him with a needle (don't matter how small it was!), but this seems pretty clear cut.

she'll get it. ]

next time, no needles.

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[She gets it.]

no needles. how's the ribs?

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[beardedflannel]

one of the reasons i'm not talking into this thing. they hurt like a bitch.

[ If only she could see his face right now, like that icon. ]

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go see ashraf at the clinic, he'll be able to fix them up.

[ignore the part where Saul asked her to do the same for her leg and she refused.]

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[beardedflannel]

i'm not going anywhere near anymore of that magic junk. not tlaking about that card game either.

[ cause he now thinks there's at least SOMEONE who can fix things with *~*magic*~* ]

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it's not gonna hurt you, ashraf's a good guy.

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[beardedflannel]

a few broken ribs is nothing compared to having an old rusted metal rod punch you in the gut.

i'll manage.

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fine, but remember he's there if you need it.

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[beardedflannel]

got enough going on here with these two. don't need to go anywhere else.

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okay.

[she hesitates for a moment, before adding a bit more]

i'm glad you're doing okay. let me know if you guys need anything.

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[beardedflannel]

yes ma'am

[ and then it's his turn for hesitating. ]

who's idea was it?

[ but he has a feeling she's going to say ellie. ]

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which bit?