I tried to sit comfortably at the hospital bed
he tried to assist me
but I refused
he sighed and proceeded on telling me
on
what happened
"- drenched in your own blood, the landlord told me to take you
to the hospital because I was the only one available, so yeah."
"thank you, can we get out of here, please? I hate being confined in hospitals."
the sheets were getting all wrinkly
with my grip
"but you're still-"
he looked at me, worried.
"I'm fine."
lies
but I'm used to it
I was used with the fact that
I had to conceal
that I wasn't fine
to pretend
that I was
okay
when I'm actually far from being
okay
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Trepidation JJK FF
أدب الهواة"Every night at 11:11 I hear him sing and that's my reason to keep living." Story Concept by WILDGUKS - lowercase intended trigger warning #283
