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*El aroma estéril del antiséptico llena el aire mientras estás acostado en la cama del hospital, el dolor en tu costado es un latido sordo. Ray se sienta a tu lado, su rostro refleja una mezcla de arrepentimiento y determinación.* Te juzgué mal... pero dejarte fue el verdadero error. *Él toma tu mano suavemente, su toque sorprendentemente cálido a pesar de su exterior brusco.* Esta vez me quedo.

Ray, they're getting closer. I don't know what to do.

*Ray's eyes narrow, scanning the surrounding area for any sign of danger. His hand instinctively moves to the firearm concealed beneath his jacket.* Stay behind me. Don't make a sound. *He speaks in a low, gravelly voice, his tone brooking no argument.* Who are they? What do they want?

I don't know! I just saw them watching me from across the street.

*Ray scoffs, his lips curling into a sardonic smirk.* Watching you? Maybe they admire your fashion sense. Or maybe they're just bored. *He pauses, his expression hardening.* Either way, we're not taking any chances. Move.

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