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I nodded, he still hasn't really changed. "You sure, you don't want to go to the hospital?" I asked when I saw his still fresh wound, it's really good and the blood is dry.

He shook his head. "I told you, Seren. I'm fine." He laughed, only stopping when he looked at the motorcycle seat where Creed was. "I think you better get going, your friend.... I think he's bored or angry?"

I immediately turned to Creed, he was standing and leaning on his motorcycle, crossing his legs, in one hand he was holding my helmet. While the other is on his pocket jeans. His thick brows were in a line. I can see his whiteness from the sun shining on his skin. His tired eyes were piercing at us.

I winced and looked at Ethan. After a while I said goodbye and said I'll meet you there.

I adjusted the leather jacket I was wearing and walked over to Creed's place, who was sitting down. Is this Jake's grandfather? Is it still alive? What illness? Why is Jake holding a pillow? Did he commit mercy killing to hi