Malignant Sadness
LEVI’S POV
"I know right," I replied as I grabbed both of our school bags, then paid our drinks.
“I can’t walk properly, right? What happened, Levi? Did I d-damaged my b-brain already?” he asked as I helped him walked outside the bar.
He was struggling from walking so I had to help him. His white uniform was stained already, his hair was greasy, and his actions were slow and clumsy.
“Let me see,” I uttered. “Difficulty in walking, blurred vision, red cheeks, impaired memory... yes, I guess.”
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