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WHERE'S YOUR MOM KID
HiVi felt all weak, and trembling from hunger.
No food given to eat for two days now, add the fact that he vomited the only thing that's filling his stomach.
“Do Cafelle want me to die from starvation?”
His feeling much more famished and had no strength to drag his body back to the bed.
Borrowing some strength from the bowl behind, he leaned his back there to rest for a bit and, maybe, feel ok a bit and go back.
The silence of the early morning, makes him feel sad and start to overthink, he can't help but ask the same question.
“Why's Cafelle scent was all over that Common Omega?”
“Did they just make me drink that unknown liquid and leave? I don't even know if it's really for my cure or what?”
He gasped for air to calm his insides from that gripping again, forcing down the liquid coming up to his throat.
His forehead and hands formed beads of sweat, he wiped it by the use of his arms.
