𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓, 𝕻𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖝

𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞

I would sleep but my dreams have gotten hectic. My dreams were just a horrible memory of how I almost got everyone killed. I grip the collar around my neck. Fruitie was braiding my hair or doing something stupid. I shake my head.

"Just go to sleep." I say.

"No." Fruitie says.

"Sleep." I pick him up and pull him forward.

"No way." Fruitie says.

I drop him. He turns and picks up my hand. The wound hasn't exactly healed. He presses down on it. I wince and pull my hand back.

"Does it hurt?" He asks.

"A little." I admit.

Human bodies are weak. It took me eight years to get used to this body.

"Perhaps I can help." Master walks over.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" I ask.

"I can ask you the same thing." He kneels over.

He picks up my hand. I don't argue. Not like I can either way. He's still my master. I have to follow orders. He puts some stingy stuff and wraps cloth around it.

"Why are you not sleeping?" He asks.

"I'm not tired." I say.

"I know you better than that Wukong. Are you having nightmares?" He looks at me.

I turn and huff. I stand up.

"I have a friend to visit." I jump down from the stairs.

"I want to come!" Fruitie yells climbing onto my shoulder.