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MHA #8, Wednesday
Stark had gotten back to the island after yesterday's space emergency only somewhat worse for wear. He'd only gotten shot a little, as he kept telling people.
Once he was back in his apartment, arm still in its sling, he'd called and asked Travis to come over. Now he was just waiting.
Perhaps he should have mentioned that he'd been injured. Perhaps he should have mentioned that he'd run off to space yesterday. Choices had been made.
[The pretty firefighter is expected but could be open to others before his arrival!]
Once he was back in his apartment, arm still in its sling, he'd called and asked Travis to come over. Now he was just waiting.
Perhaps he should have mentioned that he'd been injured. Perhaps he should have mentioned that he'd run off to space yesterday. Choices had been made.
[The pretty firefighter is expected but could be open to others before his arrival!]
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He opened his eye just a crack.
"Since I have someone to help me... rest."