Ronnie unwraps my arms to reveal all 12 of my scars, 6 on each arm to represent the "devil" that I was always told I worshiped. I don't believe in that type of bullshit, my ones closest to my hands are still bleeding really bad. "Mr. Radke?" I ask. "Call me Ronnie." He replies looking at my arms intensely. "Ronnie, do you have any iron pills bc I'm very anemic and I don't feel too well?" I ask weakly. "Yeah babe!" He says reaching in a cabinet on the wall and I see Andy get very cross very quickly, as if he might punch Ronnie. "Here!" He says handing me a pill bottle and a coke from the fridge, I guess people are here more than I expected.
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