“Rene, wake up,” Rosie said, “wake up.”
“Mm, do I have to?”
“Yes, it’s 7am, and you’ve been sleeping in the infirmary for a week!” I was so tired; I didn’t want to leave Kent. Kent had been in a coma for 3 weeks, and I couldn’t leave him, not yet.
“I brought tu a jugo, jugo de box,” Rosie said, “and its frutas punch.” I took the jugo, jugo de box and put it on the side table. I went to the bathroom and changed out of my nyan cat pajamas. I put on a green long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and my black-gray combat...
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