Billie Bob Jones
I looked at his laptop screen in complete confusion. The fancy glass laptop was just filled with multiple ones and zeros. He looked concentrated as he typed in more ones and zeros without missing a beat or stopping to think.
"No wonder you're so stupid, you don't know any other number," I chuckled. His unpleased face just made me laugh harder before he pushed my head. I fell off the bed with a thump but quickly jumped back up to lay down next to him.
It was the sixth day after my little accident and I felt incredibly better than I did a few days ago. The swelling had completely gone down but the rash on my neck and arms persisted. Benedito often got his personal fancy Swedish doctor to come and check me up. So far things seemed to be going well and besides the rash I was as healthy as a peach.
