Synnahmen's Point Of View
Something was wrong. I didn't know what it was, but something was making me feel unbearably sick. I couldn't stop shaking, and I had already puked up everything I had had for breakfast.
Santiago left his number for me to call if I needed anything, but I didn't want to bother him. Or worry him with something he couldn't help me with.
However, the pain was persistent, and it felt like death was a possible outcome. I crawled over to the phone with a groan, and began to type in his number. It only rang once before he picked up. That knowledge made me smile, despite the pain I was in.
–What's wrong Syn?
"Ngh... M-Master... I don't feel very well... I keep throwing up... and everything hurts..."
–Answer this... Did those bastards give you drugs every single day?
"Y-Yes, sir..."
