Sector twenty one, Seven.
"Ugghhh…" Stretched on my back, I groaned with the lingering urge to vomit moving up and down my chest. Although it's not as strong as before, not vanishing after this long makes it a concern.
"Are you still not feeling well?" Sitting on a chair beside my bed was Lilia, gorgeous as ever, wearing a worried expression .
A lap pillow would probably cure this sickness, but where do I go to get the kind of courage needed to ask her for one?
"Pathetic." Said the third person in the room, although calling her a person isn't exactly right. “Where is the man who faced Hank the other day? All I see is a pathetic loser who’s afraid to get close to his wife!”
“Shut up…”
"Eh!? S-sorry…" Lilia backed away thinking the words I unconsciously let out were meant for her.
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