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"Im not quite sure myself, Miss Loba says she wasn't feeling well, and said something with her head..-"

Lifeline: I'll take care of her, don't worry. I'm a medic.

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".. Not like you kinda are a doctor, and have healed several.....thousand injuries, over all theses games. =v="

Lifeline: Just lay her over there..-

"Alright alright, sorry, I was just trying to tease you a bit-.."

"It's not funny."

".. It's called trying to joke my worry away, alright-?!... -sigh-, Just-,never mind."

Lifeline: PUT HER ON THE DAMN TABLE

"c..calm d..down..please-"

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"Don't you start yelling at me because I'm worried for my god damn best friend! She is literally everything to me at this point, all y'all worry for your owwwwwn friends, what's wrong with me, huh?! I have my feelings as well, even if they aren't even real like me-!... I just, worry to much about her... and I dont need you to start telling me something I know.,"

(... was this a bit much, yes. should i have made shorter, yes as well-)

Loba starts crying a little.

Lifeline: I- Well, My bad...but look, we are making our friend cry...- i'm starting to feel bad about myself now...