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"I think an ambulance might come in handy," Bailey breathes out, still clutching at his stab wounds as he tries to keep himself up on his elbows. Any movement requiring greater effort seems out of grasp for the time being. Pain radiates throughout him, sharp and throbbing, and his thoughts are beginning to swirl as if part of a fog. Still. He clenches his teeth and attempts a smile. Like hell is he letting this shitty day get the best of him."I've had better days, what can I say."