2. Chicken Soup

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"Hey! Hey are you ok!?"

"Can you hear me!?"

"Oh god, IS THERE SOMEONE! HELP!"

A light airy voice.

A continuous heavy pressure on his chest.

"Hey! Wake up!"

He remembers he coughed before his vision went blank. It was painful.

And...

"Oh thank god"

... were the last words he heard.

Last words before...

He slowly pealed his eyes open.

His eyes opened slightly. Just enough to get a blurry vision, not quiet seeing his surroundings properly.

"C-Chicken?"

He heard someone. The voice seemed so distanced and echoed.

Was he dreaming? Did he die?

"Yes" he heard another voice. This one was stricter and older "He needs a boost of energy. He is very week"

"Oh..."

He tried to blink his eyes open properly, tried to tilt his head to see where the voice was coming from.

Two people. There were two people standing at a little distance from where he was laying. He wasn't able to see their faces clearly. It was all blurry.

"I know you can't afford the medicines, so I'm giving you these free ones, but I can't promise if they will do any impact or not though" the older man said, and through his blurry vision he saw the man giving something to the person standing in front of him.

"Thank you. Thank you so much" he saw the other bow down to the older man and saw the older man turning aroud.

"And.." the older man suddenly stopped and seemed like he was looking at him on the bed before looking back at that person "Are you sure you know him?" he asked in a suspicious tone "His conditio-"

"N-No I... I know him..."

Who was this? Was he at his someone know's place?

"Hm. Alright"

His vision slowly started becoming cloudy again. He was about to pass out again. There was no energy in his body what so ever.

His eyes closed on their own and he forced them to open again.

He saw that person walking to a shelf on the wall beside the bed and fumble through something in a small old container place in that shelf.

Money. Some crumbled notes and coins.

He saw the person looking through them and suddenly his vision blacked out.

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His eyes opened again. Slowly and calmly.

A deep breath released form his chest as he finally felt his vision becoming focused.

He blinked and slowly opened his, trying to see his surroundings.

A poorly made wooden roof.

That was the first thing he saw as his vision went completely focused.

And then he heard some clattering noice.

He slowly tilted his head to his side, noticing he was laying on a bed, head pressed onto a not so soft pillow, a heavy warm blanket over him and... Oh?

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