albub
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Post by albub on May 5, 2009 20:23:04 GMT -5
Alex started inwardly at the stranger's voice. His dehydrated body too far gone to actually move reflexively. His lips split as he croaked back to the man.
"It's just water, very old water. There should be scotch in there though. It may have been broken when I got shot. You're welcome to all of it, I don't think I'll be doing anything to dehydrate myself for a long time. All I ask in return is a saline IV, though if you'd be so kind as to provide medical aid as well I'd be grateful."
When he mentions the scotch he motions weakly at his backpack. He then brings the dusty canteen back to his lips and sips at its slimy contents.
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