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Try the knob. 

Fucking, door!

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I'm in.

Boardgames?

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Sir?

I..I-I..fuck..

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Preferably before you pass out from rapid blood loss, yes.

Y… you want to help?

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Yes, I'm dying.

That’s me.

Did you need me?

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I- I want to help you! I want to help everyone! It's horrible never being able to help someone, I should know! I watched my family, my family, suffer for years, and all I could do was try not to suffocate or hyperventilate to death. And now I'm here and I can help and you won't- y-you won't let me! I don't care whose fault it is!

Y-you shouldn’t have to. You didn’t ask to find me.

It’s my-my own fault. A mea. 

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Y-you're Dr. Foster, right?

Yes?

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[ Daisy shook her head ] Why don't you want me to help?

[He closed his eyes for a moment, not that it did much, and tried to steady himself on the wall. Slowly, he turned around and forced a tiny smile in the girl’s direction. He hated that she, of all people, had to find him like this.]

You don’t have t-… I can do it, it’s alright.

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[ Daisy understood nearly every other word that Alin was saying in his language, but on top of the look in his eyes, she understood well enough. Her heart swelled, and her eyes overflowed with quiet tears. Not because of that alone, but looking at the blood- something that already had her stomach in knots. It was too much. She pinned it next to the way she felt when she watched her father being beaten by the soldiers in Malawi. She shook her head, and looked down at her feet. ]  Come on. Lets- I- I have to stop the bleeding before you fall over.

[He stumbled for a moment, catching himself on the wall

he’d been guiding himself on.]

Îmi pare rău. Am făcut-o. Eu nu sunt bun să fie în jurul valorii.

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Did you run into a box of rusty nails and freshly sharpened knives?

T-tell me the truth....

I-I told… I told you, I… I ran into some-something….

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How did you hurt yourself, Alin? Did you do it? Spune-mi.

[Alin hears the movement near him.] W-wait, Daisy… I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what to do… I’m sorry.

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Yeah, okay. [ Daisy grabs the handle of her tank cart again, and ready's to walk away ] 

You’d do better. This is a-all I’m…

I’m sorry… 

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You- Alin! You'll bleed out! I don't...know what I'd do here with out you and you're letting yourself self destruct.

Just… just don’t tell anybody. Vă rog, don’t tell anybody.

I just… once I g-get to my room, I’ll be fine…

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[ Daisy's anxiety was through the roof, making her so nervous she was vibrating ] Alin... [ her voice had a sense of begging to it, as she tried to remain calm ]  Please let me help you. Please let me help you. 

Te implor. You're scaring me.

I’m no… [He closed his eyes habitually, forcing out a smile in her direction.] I won’t pas-pass out, really, I’m fine. I’m f…fine. [Suddenly self-conscious once more about his hand, he turned his head away, increasing the dizziness. He used his other hand to instinctively reach out and hold on to Daisy, but his mind immediately focused and he pulled away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.] I’m goo-good.

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[ Daisy released her tight grip on the handle of her o2 cart, and grabbed his hand, looking at the blood skeptically, wondering if she was even going to be able to find the wound beneath the pooling. ]  This is bad... [ she swallowed hard, and looked at his lost eyes sadly ]  Come on, I'm- I'll take you to the bathroom, I need to...th-there's gauze under the sink, I- y-you're going to p-pass out...

Y-you…?

[He slowly and reluctantly reached his hand outward toward the sound of her voice, praying she didn’t pull his sleeve above his wrist. He could feel the blood begin to flow even faster, as the sickly feeling in his head now extended to his stomach.]

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Dă-mi mâna, Alin.

Sh-shouldn’t…

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May I help you clean it?

D-dunno…