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"What the hell happened to you?" Tara adjusted the sling on her shoulder, taking in the mess of the man.

"You don't want to know," he groans as he makes his way over to her.

"Looks like you've been ran over by a damn semi," she furrows her brow slightly before pulling a chair out. "Sit down, I'll get my kit."

"You should see the semi," he said with a pained laugh. He sat down. Leaning his head back and looked over to her. "How are you doing? Alright?"

"Still feeling useless as hell, but I'm managing." She comes back in with the first aid kit she kept in the house, setting it on the table. Patching somebody up one handed took skill, thankfully Tara had that skill it was just a little out of practice. "So, the semi have a name?"

"What the hell happened to you?" Tara adjusted the sling on her shoulder, taking in the mess of the man.

"You don't want to know," he groans as he makes his way over to her.

"Looks like you've been ran over by a damn semi," she furrows her brow slightly before pulling a chair out. "Sit down, I'll get my kit."

"You should see the semi," he said with a pained laugh. He sat down. Leaning his head back and looked over to her. "How are you doing? Alright?"

"Still feeling useless as hell, but I'm managing." She comes back in with the first aid kit she kept in the house, setting it on the table. Patching somebody up one handed took skill, thankfully Tara had that skill it was just a little out of practice. "So, the semi have a name?"