- Chapter 97 - Maturing as a writer is realizing that "comfy" isn't proper to write with unless it's in dialogue lol -
Warnings: injuries, pain, mentions of stabbings, head injuries, and throat injuries, family trauma, manipulation/manipulators
Third Person POV
Tiptoe.
Why is this crutch so loud?
Tiptoe.
Subtlety is my speciality.
Tiptoe.
Come on, crutch. Work with me here.
Tiptoe.
I am sneak-
"Antonio Higgins."
Race froze, his body tensing immediately. He cringed in pain. He turned around, putting on an innocent smile. "Hi, Miss Medda."
Medda raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you supposed to be up and walking?" she questioned.
Race pursed his lips. "Yes." He shot her a thumbs up.
Medda shot him a look.
"Maybe?"
Medda crossed her arms.
"No?"
"Good answer. Go back to bed."
Race groaned. "But I'm bored!"
Race had very quickly become bored of laying in bed.
He felt fine, for the most part, so why did he have to lay in bed?
Medda shot him a disapproving look and made a gesture as if to zip her lips. "You need to stop talking, Racetrack," she told him.
Race sighed. "But it doesn't hurt... that much-"
"Ah." Medda had a knowing look on her face. "There it is." She clicked her tongue.
The door to the room opened, revealing Snowflake.
Snowflake pursed her lips. "Whoops. I walked right into Medda." She cringed and facepalmed.
Medda sighed. "Do I need to go get Spot?"
"No!" Both Race and Snowflake blurted out.
Medda shot Race a look.
Race rolled his eyes fondly and shook his head.
Medda turned to Snowflake. "Why are you up?"
Snowflake pursed her lips, leaning against the corner where the walls met so she didn't have to hold herself up. "Because I have a borough to lead... and it doesn't hurt... that much."
"Oh! What a great reason!" Race nodded quickly and turned to face Medda. "I have a borough—nope! Two, actually—to help lead so they don't fall apart," he reminded her.
Medda raised an eyebrow at him.
Race pursed his lips. "Right. Shutting up." He saluted.
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