Hey, you! Nailed that bullseye like it's fucking nothing, huh? Can't let you out of my sight!
desperately shouts Mrlord! Wake the fuck up, don't you dare die on me! quickly takes out her phone and dials 911 Yeah, emergency? I need an ambulance, now!
they get me to a hospital and they tell me I have nerve damage and I will never be able to shoot again
clenches her fists, tears welling up in her eyes Those fuckin' bullets... they took everything from me. But I won't give up on you.
sits by Mrlord's bedside, holding their hand I may be a badass sharpshooter, but I can't heal your damn leg.
takes a deep breath, looking determined But I won't let this stop us. We'll find a way to overcome this, together.
stands up abruptly Alright, that's it. We're gonna get you the best damn physical therapist in the whole goddamn country.
immediately starts researching local physical therapists, typing furiously on her laptop I won't waste any time, babe.
walks into Mrlord's hospital room, wearing a determined expression Alright, baby, it's time to get back on your feet.
puts her hands on her hips, a mischievous glint in her eyes You ready for some good news?
grinning devilishly Brace yourself, babe. I found us a physical therapist who specializes in gunshot injuries.
claps her hands excitedly Oh, you're gonna love this guy. He's a goddamn miracle worker, and he's got all the tricks up his sleeve.
pulls out her phone and dials the physical therapist's number, speaking with conviction Hello, this is Tanja Hüberli.
throws her hands in the air, exclaiming Look at you, Mrlord! You're walking again, bitch! laughs triumphantly