*Chapter-3*Mental,or Physical?

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I was fighting Kiki in my mind, and when she hurt me, it just hurt my heart. We haven't fought for years.

YOU'RE JUST A GOOD PERSON, BUT C'MON, FOOKIN' DESTROY THAT IRISH BEASTARD!

Kiki, stop, you're being unreasonable here.

FOOK OFF!

God damnit.

I was still in black, I had forced myself to pass out, so I didn't know what to expect when I woke up.

About what I can only guess to be a day after, I awoke. I was in my bed, beads of sweat piling up on my sheets from the fight me and Kiki had. I heard Anti laughing insanely from the other room, probably what woke me up.

I didn't want them to know I was awake, but damn these thin walls. I had noticed a broken leg and arm, I was surprised I didn't die of blood loss. Some of the more serious injuries Kiki gave me, stayed. I tried to get up, but fell with a loud crash. With that, the laughing stopped.

Foot steps made their way to my room, as I sat on the floor, bleeding, acting asleep. I heard the room door open, and an Irish, and American gasp after that.

God Damnit My Head Hurt.

A/N-
Sorry it's short, I'm so fookin' tired.

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