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Daemon winced every time the wounds were touched. They were still open and new, which made them sore to touch and he really didn't like this kind of pain. He watched Vladimir turn his head when his leg wound was undressed. The open flesh showing the little bit of meat that was just under. He sighed and waited as the man pulled the pant leg down. He didn't know why Vladimir would turn his head. Maybe the guys was squeamish. He waited for the man to undress and redress his arm wound.
"You know. I never realized it before, but you're actually rather pale.. Is it from your blood condition?"
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