"Physically and mentally strong?" Dominic repeated, laughing at how those words didn't seem to fit him, "I'm nowhere like that."
"What? Desilva's head peeked out from her arm.
"I'm nothing like those words you call me. I'm weak, un-wise and at this point mentally and physically disabled," Dominic sighed, his voice deepening, "sure, I may still be able to laugh, I may still be able to talk and make jokes but it doesn't mean that I'm ok."
Desilva stared at him blankly, unable to understand the words coming out from his mouth.
