"It's nothing," says Jack, numbly, as he watches Poison deal with the cut. His breath hisses out when Poison presses the alcohol soaked cotton wool against his finger. "Fuck. Sorry."
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"It's nothing," says Jack, numbly, as he watches Poison deal with the cut. His breath hisses out when Poison presses the alcohol soaked cotton wool against his finger. "Fuck. Sorry."