Dem's Point of View
"Sh*t. I think I have a fever," I complained weakly as I sniffed my cold. I took a tissue off my table in the living room and wiped it on my nose.
Sh*t. Why did I go down in the rain last night!? I think I have a brain disease too! Gosh!
"Hello, Dem! Open this door! Are you okay, huh? Open this door! Right now!" I immediately stopped walking and looked at the door of my condo.
Wait ... Isn't that Gasper's voice?
I immediately went to the door because the doorbell was too loud. It was as if at any moment my door would be destroyed due to the excessive force of Gasper's kick from outside. When I opened the door he immediately hugged me tightly causing my eyes to widen in shock and immediately pushed him away.
"What's wrong with you!?" I couldn't stop myself from getting angry. I could see his face full of concern.
