"Guys, please this is torture, I have had enough for one day haven't I ?" I said, pushing the plate of fresh sliced fruits away.
Peter and Micheal my sit partner, were forcing me to eat it.
I hate fruits apart from apple which I take every once a blue moon. And that happens to be one of the reasons I'm here today.
“Stop whining and just eat the damn stuff already," Micheal said clearly frustrated.
"Hey, don't yell at me. I'm the sick one remember," I said, snapping my fingers in his face.
"So, you like being sick." Peter hissed. This was his first words to me today. Ever since I woke up, he only said few words to me.
"And the silent man speaks, so how are you？" I asked him.
"Don't ask me exam question. Finish your fruits. your brothers are on their way here to take you home."
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