"I really have become a lunatic now!"
Jerrod doesn't know why he is yelling at his friend. All he could feel was frustration building up in his chest.
"Rod. Calm down. Please think about yourself." Erwin tries his best to be calm. He knows, in this state, Jerrod needs someone. "You're not like this. If you keep hurting because of your nightmares, then it's best to get help. I'll go with you and we can—."
"Yes, I am not like this! You're not like that either! Just focus on your family! They are the only ones that matter to you right now!"
"Rod, it's not like that; you have to—."
"Just go back to your family! You don't have to keep bothering yourself with my problems! Yo—ack!"
"Stop cutting me off! You punk!" Erwin yelled back, and he grabbed Jerrod's collar, but instead of scolding Jerrod, he saw something else underneath Jerrod's clothes. "Hey! What's with these bruises!"
