Tory was out cold, her body limp as if she was dead. She was breathing shallowly though.
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Allen gently picked her up and ran to his house to get her medical attention in a safer place.
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Tory whimpered quietly, her muscles tending up from the feeling of Allen.
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Allen softly shushed her.
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She kept whimpering, but much quieter. She shivered.
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He gently dressed her wounds.
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Tory's eyes cracked open slowly, her vision still blurry. " h-hmm? "
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"You ok?" he asked.
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She slowly nodded with a tiny smile. " T-thank you. "
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He smiled back slightly. "Anytime."
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She didn't`t want to move, a tiny blush appearing on her freckled cheeks. " Wots your name? " She asked shyly.
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"Allen. And yours?" he replied.
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" Torali, but just call me Tory. " She quietly giggled.
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"Alright." he said.
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Tory shivered again and looked around, her eyes filled with curiosity.
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For the most part it was on the messy side around.
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Tory stood and dusted her shirt off, her blush slightly fading. " I should be going, I don't want to be an pest of your day."
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Allen shrugged. "It's no trouble." he said.
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" You sure? " She tilted her head.
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He nodded.