You were in your hospital bed, reading one of your new books, hoping to pass some time, since most of your friends were busy and your family had finally gone home. You noticed a blur from the corner of your eye and lifted your head, meeting Wesi’s gaze. “Reading? Again?” He huffed, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe of your room. He paused, a small smirk twitching at his mouth. “You’re dying, not a loser.”
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