Don’t let him die, don’t let him die. So I didn’t tell your guards to get his hands off me. Oh no. Three guys on each limb and she just yells, Cal! And he’s… Damn. These healers are fucking assholes. Oh god, what is happening? Oh my god. He’s holding a crybaby. He wimpers. Never. I vows. It’s that he’s having her help him drink something. Hey, yo. Happy now? Trying to get like a, I don’t know, a gauge on it? No. Read the next line. You’re turning me on! I liked it better when you were unconscious. That’s… Damn. Fuck. Oh my god.