[ Fakir wasted no time in vacating from the computer and heading straight for Ahiru's room. That idiot had probably managed to get it infected somehow! No wonder she was feeling sick.
Throwing the door open and walking in without an invitation, he swiftly closed it behind him and approached the bedridden girl, green gaze combing over to where the blankets covered her legs and feet. He took a small breath, trying to calm his surmounting worries before he spoke. ]
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My ankle. Something's...not right. I don't think it's healing right. But I could be wrong, right? I mean, I don't know enough about this...
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Throwing the door open and walking in without an invitation, he swiftly closed it behind him and approached the bedridden girl, green gaze combing over to where the blankets covered her legs and feet. He took a small breath, trying to calm his surmounting worries before he spoke. ]
...How badly did you let it get infected?
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