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Their last days spent competing are riddled with mild hostility. They remove their lab coats and wash the scent of hospital off of themselves. Walk out the doors together, a foot apart, Amber’s hair dripping freely, Thirteen’s pulled into a small bun. Heals hitting the pavement at the same time.
Amber looks over, admires how Thirteen’s jaw is accentuated by that particular style. No coat on either of them, not on a hot summer night like this one. Thirteen reciprocates the stare directed at herself, tiredly smirking. She says,
“I’ll see you.”
“Yup, tomorrow. Bye.” Amber mumbles, walking off fast.