"Devon... I can walk myself, please put me down." Devon carried me into his room. I struggled with him, punching his chest for him to let me go, but it was as if he wasn't feeling any of my hits. He was more like a mere rock receiving hits. The one hitting will be the one receiving the pain, while the rock feels nothing. He placed me on the bed gently, then grabbed my legs to check on it.
"So careless."
"It's my foot, not yours. I can manage!" I almost yelled at him.
"Stay put, girl!" He yelled back at me. I shock in shock, as I stared at him unbelievably. Why does he have to yell that loud?!
He brought out a rusty old box from the side of his bed. Taking a look at the box, it looks as if it had been really long since he had make use of the box.
