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I place myself in a chair in front of Kian's bed.

"When are you getting out of here? You've been here a long time." Questioning, I kick my feet up onto the foot bed.

He shrugs, rolling his eyes in the process. His knees are pulled up to his chest, and he rubs his temples softly.

"Headache?"

"Yeah I've been getting those a lot lately. I've been getting sick randomly too." Kian says, running his hand in his hair, his electric blue eyes focused on me.

I don't reply, but I give him a worried look.

"Hope you get better."

"Thanks."

We continue to talk about our normal things, which are, completely random actually.

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Might do a double update but I don't have a lot of time.

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