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Mummification (4)

Kenny's Point of View.

When Craig let me inside his house, it looked different then I expected. Well, first off I didn't even think he would let me in. According to him it's within twelve-o'-clock at night. I can't tell if I am crazy for coming here or if he is crazy for letting me into his house.

Sure, everyone knows my family is poor and they have common sense. It's blindingly obvious. Even Eric makes fucking jokes about me having fleas... I don't have fleas currently.

Craig's house had a bright cyan blue wallpaper, and looked as tidy as a house could get. Everything looked somewhat organized, and quite decent. "Dude, you don't have to take off your shoes if that is what you are wondering", Craig muttered. I rolled my eyes when he turned back around. What a bastard, I wasn't even wearing shoes. Soon Craig started walking across his living room and gestured me to follow. I silently nodded and traced his quiet steps.

We crossed his living room, and made our way to the bathroom. Craig opened the door and stepped aside and I walked in first. It was... a decent bathroom. There was a toilet.. and uh, a bathtub.. Thankfully Craig shut the door and I eventually broke the silence.

"Why are we in here? You know I could have waited outside if you needed to take a piss". "You look filthy, and are bloody", Craig snapped back while shuffling through a cabinet under the polished sink. He quickly resurfaced with a half-used first aid kit. "I didn't know you were a doctor, Doc!" My gleeful tone rivaled his raspy one. "Why did I let you inside". Good question.

He opened the kit and grabbed a roll of ace bandages and some tweezers. I decided to give him mercy from my brutal commentary.

A few pokes later and I was decently bandaged. Craig looked exhausted, with deep eye bags.
"Mummification is a long process, eh?—"I swear to fucking god Kenny..." he growled. Once Craig finished and thought I looked okay, he gestured me yet again to follow him, and I yet again did. We soon past his couch and we arrived at the front door once more.

Authors note: This was rushed but I hope whomever may see this actually enjoyed it—