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*Niran kept on running, desperately even though the bullet wound on his side kept him in immense pain - blood pouring down his side as he kept running. He had to keep going. Stopping in the open to heal himself with his biolight was dangerous - he just kept on running even though his feet protested, aching in pain.*
"Bฬฤ...Mแบกn cฤb..." *(damn...it hurts)* *He gasped out, feeling more blood pouring down his side. He let his left hand go off of the wound for a moment - seeing dark red blood on his hand. He had to heal himself soon. He couldn't pass out from blood loss. Not now.**He had no time to think, he could hear the loud footsteps getting closer - he had to hide. Looking around desperately, he found a dark alleyway. It was an obvious hiding spot, but he had no other place to hide.**He quickly made his way over, barely able to see anything as he crouched down beside a dumpster, panting out as he listened carefully.*
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