"Dexter." I said breathlessly
Dexter has obviously aged. His hair clinging to his scalp, body frail and sickly. He clutched a broom tightly, mopping the floor elegantly.
Dexter looked up through his very hairy eye brows, "Rowen?" He questioned, not knowing if it was true or not.
Tears form in my eyes, beefing to fall down on the floor. I wiped the tears away with my arm, later causing an eye infection because my arm was so dirty and gross.
Dexter threw his bream to the floor, and charged at me.
It all felt like time was happening in slow motion, as he raised his fist at me, and did the ultimate goku worthy move.
Twinkie PUUUUNCH!!
And just like that, I was in another Coma.
