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Sam: "Got a spartan who needs medical attention." To unknown- "If you don't, the wound could get infected."
Sam: to 02-"Can't you see that I'm a little busy right now?" To unknown- "You need help."
Sam: grabs his shoulder. "Where do you think you're going spartan?"
Sam: "Stop right now!" Grabs the DMR. Ties the bandana around both wounds.
Sam: "This is Spartan 312. Does anyone copy? I need medical assistance now!"
Sam: sees the wound. "God. Not again." Looks around for something to stop the bleeding.
Sam: Neels down next to spartan. "Are you alright?"
Sam: "I don't know who you are or your rank. So I'm going to do what I think I should do." Runs over to shot spartan.
Sam: turns around shocked. Sees a spartan on the ground. Just stares at him in surprise.
Sam: talks to others. "I'll be right back." Walks to coordinates.
(That makes more sense now.)
Tarragon: closes eyes and feels the cold wind on my face. Smiles in delight and takes in the smell.
(What?) Sam: "Which is?"
If you advertise that it's like a James Patterson book, most people would want to join.
(Yes.)
(Accepted)
Sam: stops. "How do you know who that is?"
Sam: "What is you want?" Looks at the edges of view.
I'm not alone on here!