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::Highly disturbed by the sudden jolt of Sexodus' collapse, XianXian emerges from Sexodus' pocket and looks around for the source of the blood. Quickly, she jumps from the cot, and lands with a thud and a roll, and rushes faster to the desk she discarded her rags on. Putting them on, she runs back to the cot, climbs up and opens the cut in Sexodus' shirt as wide as possible.
Reaching into the folds of her rags, she produces a sticky mold that she begins to chew and spit on to the deep gash on Sexodus' body, urging the wound to mend.::
"Lemons!!! need Lemons!!!"
::XianXian stares at the wound awaiting for someone to do her bidding in anticipation::
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