Compliments and Complaints

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GFred wandered how long it would take them to find him. Choomah didn't have to eat, so he didn't think GFred had to either. He hadn't eaten anything in hours. He was given water. Choomah had to drink, but didn't have to eat. So GFred was starving.
Yay.
He didn't want to think about what the others were doing. He wasn't sure if Choomah hadn't gone back to... To...
Again, he didn't want to think about it.
But GFred was hungry. Very hungry. He really wasted food back when he could eat properly even back when he was in solitary he wouldn't be as hungry as he was now. He just wanted something anything to eat.
Choomah came inside as himself again and looked at his leg. "Better?"
GFred glared at him and he looked a bit offended. GFred didn't care. He was hungry. He'd tried to explain that he needed food before but Choomah laughed like it was a joke.
GFred stood up and, other than being a bit stiff, could do so quite easily. He walked over to the hideous being that was Choomah and tried to punch him. Choomah jumped out of punching distance and closed the cage door again. GFred sat down again and fell asleep.
His dream was about Freddy. He'd forgotten all about his starving cousin and was going on with life. GFred also couldn't contact him, even though he was just in front of him.
When he woke up he felt even weaker. He didn't know how long it would take before he died of hunger but he knew it wasn't long. Choomah wouldn't believe that GFred had to eat and they would both die. This was something to look forward to. Bragging about it in hell. Sucky.

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