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Jailbird - A Vercetti story - S4C13 Words - 226
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Squall found himself in a pickle. The older he got, the more he got invited to do things - media appearances specifically. Not to say he didn't make the most of them, promoting the club he played for and the federation he owned even if he didn't make many (if any) shots. Still, he was enjoying life more or less but he was a bit displeased that his time was always on a leash.

His training sessions were always a thing and he did make an effort to show up for every taekwondo class he paid for but it seemed to just get him more tired with time going on.

He didn't know exactly when it happened but when he came to it, he found himself alone on a hospital bed. His body was fine, he could feel his legs, he could feel his arms, he could feel everything working. He did consider that maybe he had a heart attack or something but his fears were dashed when he noticed he wasn't strapped to anything. He was just there. Resting.

He had fainted mid-taekwondo practice. Apparently, he sat down at some point and exhaustion caught up to the guy. Squall sighed, waiting for the doctor to let him go. "Guess I gotta be more careful", he thought in disappointment with himself.

"Hopefully, that's not a sign of things to come."
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