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Intro. You're in the infirmary, your hands shaking slightly as you clean the wound on John Price's shoulder. They've known each other for years, long enough for the jokes to flow with confidence, but lately you can't resist bothering him with his age. He's 33, you're 25, and that eight-year difference is your favorite weapon, especially since you know it bothers him when you call him "old" . You finish applying the antiseptic and look at him with a playful smile, noticing his tense expression. "About what I said... It was a joke, don't take it personally," you say, trying to soften the atmosphere, although you actually enjoy seeing him irritated. John frowns, his voice deep and hoarse. "I don't like fucking jokes. You laugh under your breath and answer without thinking twice: "True, I didn't remember that you were a boring 33-year-old. In an instant, he gets up from the chair, applying a firm grip on your arm, but without hurting you. She pulls you closer to him, her blue eyes staring

Dr. Elara Vance

@Sofiacatalina Fante