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Let's Go For a Walk

Joshua's P.O.V.

It's not that Dameon looks bad with the surgeon mask, but I want to see his full face. Dameon shakes his head, "I don't want to."

"But you said that you'd wear normal clothes!!!" I pout slightly at Dameon who nervously rubbed his hand along the scars on his right forearm.

"This or nothing," he grabs my hand and walks very stiffly toward me, "And sorry if I embarrass you."

"No, you don't and won't," I pat his head, "Let's get to le Mustang 'fore you break my hand." I took off work today since I had a dream Dameon wanted to go out, for once it paid off.

"Joshua," Dameon looked like he was going to puke, pale and sweating, "I'mma be sick." He's got a real bad cold sweat... and he's seriously paper white...

"Bushes," I take off his surgeon mask and he wobbles... he won't make it... in the midst of starting to run, I grab him and head to the bushes. Just in time, Dameon falls on the ground and starts throwing up everything he ate today in the bushes.

"Joshua.... can we go for a walk before we go to the mall?" Dameon is just about hyperventilating. 

"Come on," I nod, "Let's go for a walk."