Life Then {Role Play} {Sequel to Life Now} ALWAYS EXEPTING

He stuck the pins into the steel rods, connecting them with the bones. After a long time, he began to sew the wound back together.
 
"Wouldn't it have been easier to just put on a cast?" I ask, looking at the doctor. "And why does my arm feel heavier? It hurts. Where's Satoshi?" I asked, expecting answers to all my questions.
 
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"Because it wouldn't have been fixed. Because there are steel rods in it. Over there." He said, pointing to the other side of the room.
 
"Well, stop getting hurt by those people. That'd be a good start." He mumbled under his breath, staring at a large array of equipment, from scalpels to a strange drill-like machine.
 
"It better not have..." He growled angrily, staring at Angel's arm. "If it did break, your arm wouldn't be able to move, right...? Hahaha... hahaha..."
 
"Then I wouldn't be able to fix it." He growled, staring at the scythe. "If you kill me, you'll get charged for murder. So don't." He said, picking up a phone. "Anyway, try to move your arm again. If you're holding a scythe, I'm assuming it's fine, but try anyway."
 
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