WARNING!!!!>:0
A little bit of swearing:]
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Fireballs pov:
Ugh great football ring left us!? How cleaver of him,anyways I feel like shit today no idea why but my head hurts so fucking bad,and then Pound when up to me
"Hey fireball!"
"Oh uh hey Pound."
"Are you alright?"
"Nope I feel like shi-"
"Language!"
"Yeah yeah."
"Hmm..." He place his hand to my head
"My gosh fireball,you are way to hot today then usual.."
"Heh yeah."
"Fireball you need to drink some Medicine. "
"HELL NO I AM NOT DRINKING MEDICINE!"
"But fireball.."
"No."
"Pleaseeee??"
"No."
Pound sighed and went to go get something
[Oh hell nah is he getting medicine!?]
Pound was back with medicine and a spoon
"Fire..you need to."
"Nuh uh I am not gonna drink that"
"..."
He went up to me and fill the spoon with medicine
"NO NO I WILL NOT-"
he puts the spoon in my mouth
"Hmpp!!!"
"Fireball you are gonna feel better afterwards."
I was about to spit the medicine out until he puts his hand to my mouth
"I know you are gonna spit it out fireball."
I felt warm when he place his hand to my mouth,this is such a weird feeling?..
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207 words dang :/
Anygays I kinda enjoyed writing this:3
