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[guardianreaper]

[Those close to Randy Orlando would call him an idiot.]

[And they would be correct.]

[Although it had been many years since he left his mercenary family behind, he never really stopped taking risks. Life as a beat cop was inherently less dangerous than the one he'd lived before, but that didn't mean it was completely safe.]

[That, dear reader, is how Randy Orlando found himself with a bullet wound in his leg. And that is why he is currently at a clinic in one of the shadier parts of the city. He could go to a proper hospital for treatment, but that's distance he doesn't want to cover. And he doesn't want to explain it to his coworkers.]

Hey, anyone here? I got a problem.

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[medicines]

[ Visitors to the clinic late at night isn't anything odd; considering her usual clientele, most tended to come to her in the twilight hours. So the sound of someone entering isn't too much of a concern, and Thera emerges from one of the backrooms as Randy calls out. ]

Oh, hello, what's - [ Thera pauses, narrowing her eyes at that bullet wound. That sure is a problem.

She's quick to go to his side, motioning for him to use her for support to take weight off the injured leg. ]

Come with me, I'll move you to one of the beds.