Attempting to uncross his eyes while spitting out a little blood, Sam laughed hysterically. He couldn't move. He couldn't talk. All he could do was lie there, bleeding. Bleeding and laughing. It was funny that this guy was afraid of him. Sam only hurt monsters, ghosts… and the people he loves. He faded out for a moment. When he woke up next, he was on a gurney in the back of an ambulance
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Yeah, I saw that after I posted the story, but it was nice to have someone agree with me! Sam bought drugs from a dealer in an alley! Kinda a big deal...
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Thanks!
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