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1/9/13 01:37 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Another swallow of food, this one more difficult. Dinah leaned into Priestly's fingers, needing the comfort, eyes going shut again. "No. There was this-- poison gas." She pressed her lips together, hard. "He put up a shield for him and his squad, but the batteries on his packs were running low, and... anyway. I didn't understand all the medical jargon. But he has to take it easy for a while."
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