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Hunter: Hurt

I heard more feet on the stairs, and recognized the two faces that came into view. Mack… And Jason. Mack looked… pained, almost, at the sight of my cowering. Jason appeared like his leg— his left leg, was hurting him, since he practically hopped down the stairs on one foot. Amy stood back, since I cringed whenever she came forward. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. Mack and Jason however… I didn’t move as they came forward. And they did so warily, acting like I might jump up and punch them in the face or something. When they realized I couldn’t, Jason came forward and helped me up, and Mack came around my other side and practically lifted me off the floor. Together, my feet not touching the floor, they got up the stairs with Amy following.

I was astonished. They could lift me high enough that one of the steps bothered my leg. As they set me down in a chair in Mack’s room, I waited for a verdict as Jason felt the injury. He sighed. “We’ll have to break it.” “WHAT!? Why?!” Couldn’t it just be set?

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