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"Joker" I said in a soft voice, attempting to wake him up. "Joker" my voice a little louder this time. I sat up and shook him. "Joker wake up" He still laid there. "...Joker?" 'What if?' 'No, he's not dead' He's still breathing. I take a deep breath and slapped him across the face, trying to wake him. But ...nothing happened. I looked at his face, there was a small amount of white bubble stuff, slowly coming out of his mouth. "What?" I said in confusion. 'Get help' I got off the bed and opened the door. "Help! Someone help!" All the gaurds in the hallway just looked at me. "Something is wrong with him!" As soon as I said that, four of the men rushed in and took him away before I could ask what was going on. I put a shirt on and some shorts from the draws. I ran out the
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