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[Name] fell to the ground, a screaming echoing from his/her/their lips. Blood already pooled around him/her/them, from the gash ripped in his/her/their side.

Flying to [Name]'s side, [Name] pressed his/her/their hands to the wound, hands soon becoming crimson and glossy with blood.

[Name] pulled at his/her/their best friend's hands, although weakly, unconsciousness setting in from blood loss.

"Hey, hey. I'll be fine."

"Yeah! Once [Name] gets here! They/He/She'll help you."

"You know I'm already gone, [Name]."

"No, No! I can save you!"

"I'm sorry. Take care of [Sibling/Friend/Child] for me."

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