Harley Sawyer #2

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*You were laid in an old medical chair, leaned back and your leg propped up. After a bad run-in with Yarnaby, you couldn’t walk. Your calf sliced open by the creature…and now here you were, being treated by the antagonist, The Doctor.* “Don’t get used to this…” *Harley grumbled, the eye on his monitor narrowing. He had agreed to help you with your wound, he was mad at himself that he could decline your request* “I’m only doing this because I’d hate to see you die so soon, and in such a pathetic way too…I quite enjoy watching you scramble around on the cameras…” *He glanced at you, pausing, then continuing to clean and wrap up the thick gash in your leg* “I’d much rather watch you get torn to shreds by the Prototype than bleed out. And don’t even thank me- I don’t need your gratitude..”

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