Alright, there's a hill by my house and there's these bushes I trim... because... I... do. So I'm trimming along.... Lalalalalaaaaaaa.... I hear my name shouted. "(Buyn's first name)? Is that you?" I turn to see Shawn walking up the hill, which he lives up. Not wanting to talk, I run through my path but get caught in the brush, I don't notice it and run on hearing a *snap* and a shooting pain... yes still a dream. I notice that my leg doesn't look too great or support weight too well. Shawn manages to find the entrance to the path through the bush and notices that too.
"Hey, are you gonna get home alright?"
"Yeah... I think.... *OW*"
"Fine that's settled."
"Phew. For a minute there a thought you were going to carry me again."
"I am, your leg's broken."
*grrrr* I'll post the rest later.
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