After days of sickness for Camilo and nights of loneliness for me, Camilo was finally cured. He still had a few bruises, but much better than how he had been. He wasn't starving when he came out of the "house", but he was hungry.
"Hey," he said walking with a slight limp.
"You look a lot better," I said. He took out his middle finger. I laughed and did the same.
"f**k you too," I said.
"I'm hungry. Is there something out here to eat?" He asked me. I shook my head.
"What do you think this is a restaurant?"
"So, you're lazy and you didn't cook s**t, did you," he said. I laughed right at his face. He didn't seem amused.
"Seriously? Nada, nothing," he said.
"Everything for me, nothing for you," I replied with a giggle.
"So, that's how you're doing to me, huh?" He said. I did
