Mikey, who out cold, let out a small moan. He was knocked out, but still could feel pain. He felt the new crack in his shell, the dull pain from the fall, the blood that came down from the side of his head as he hit a broken pan, the burning smoke stuffed in his lungs. He could feel it all. The small turtle was still alive, but his breathing was small, and weak.
||Drama!! >w<||
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❥『aerti - adult - they - witch』
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