Dustin part 5
As soon as the men—who Josh could only perceive as thieves—were out of sight, he rushed towards Dustin, who was picking up what was left of his flyers. “Are you okay?” Josh asked, trying to get a better look at his face. It was bleeding, but he seemed more concerned about the papers lying around. “Obviously,” Dustin sarcastically replied, but when he bent down once more to reach for the flyers, he felt his head throb. He sat at one of the benches while Josh stood worried in front of him, unsure what he should do. “D-do you need—” “Just help me get the rest,” Dustin sighed as he took out a clean towel from his bag and held it against his wound. Josh quickly nodded and went to work. Despite looking more shaken than Dustin, whose head had just been clobbered, he still tried his best to pi
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