"Oh well," Kalia said, sighing. So many things were going wrong. They'd just have to supply him with a new room. She laid Collette on a bed and waited for a doctor to come. After a few moments, one appeared.
"Hello, what's wrong?" he asked, looking at Collette.
"My friend was accidentally shot," she replied, indicating the spot on the back of Collette's leg.
"Want us to take it out?" he yet again asked, examining the wound.
She looked at Collette. "Well? Want them to take it out?" she asked.
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"Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased? Nothing in my life is free, is free.... Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can taste." - Korn 'Freak on a Leash'
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