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~~Bang~~
He blinked in surprise as the bullet skimmed his arm, trailing crimson blood in its wake.
He clapped a hand over the welling red stain.
A shiver of shock coursed through him.
He sat abruptly, the earlier adrenaline rush fleeing as quickly as it had appeared.
The cold of the concrete seeped through his jeans, numbing his lower body.
Blair listed sideways, quivering muscles melting with exhaustion.
Strong, warm hands clasped his shoulders, stopping further decent to the floor.
Blair relaxed into the support.
"I've got you, Chief."
Jim, a friend to the end.
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