Ron stepped closer to Donny and sat on the side of his bed. Quickly, Donny forced his weak body to shift to give the number one more space, "Lately, I just learned a truth that was enough to make my tolerant heart irritated. The news.. made me realize that The North Viking is much better than you."
Donny's eyes went wide at what Ron said. His head lowered and his neck stiffened. It was as if the neck could not support the weight of his own head.
"Why are you silent, Donny? Don't you want to explain something, or at least defend yourself?" Ron asked again.
Donny glanced with a fearful face at the figure with long black hair, "Wh.. why do you... think like that..?" he stuttered.
