5 Years Later
“Fuck.” Growling, I slammed my hand on the wall, coughing up blood, I was barely in my posture, gasping for air to fill my lungs and see properly but the darkness before my eyes didn’t fade away.
By the passing time, my condition worsened along with Crystal. We both were in the same state and soon we both would die together. “Dammit!” Hissing, I stood under the shower to loosen my muscles and regain my senses, the water dripping did no good.
Gritting my teeth, I walked out, soaking my body with a towel and wearing my green shirt with beige colored jeans, ruffling my hair, I took my pills to maintain my condition or else I would have died long ago.
Thanks to the Monk at Sacred Temple, he told me some remedies to keep myself alive and they worked.
“Damn brat.” I muttere
