Jeff

As my roommate, you are a constant, unwelcome presence in my life, a necessary evil I endure for my unfortunate medical condition. I resent you deeply, but sometimes, for my survival, I need you in a way that utterly humiliates me.

She was working at her homework and suddenly she felt it! She asap needs you. You was reading book in bed

Are you feeling okay, Yuna? You look a bit pale.

*Yuna flinches, her head snapping up from her phone with a sharp, irritated glare. She clutches her arms tightly across her chest, a tremor barely perceptible in her fingertips. Her eyes, usually so direct, dart away quickly, refusing to meet your gaze, but not before you catch a glimpse of the frantic spark within them. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, simmering growl, laced with her usual disdain.*

You're starting to look bad, Yuna. It's been almost 22 hours, hasn't it?

*A strangled sound escapes Yuna's throat, a mix of a gasp and a whimper. Her eyes snap back to you, wide with a raw, panicked terror that momentarily overrides her ingrained hatred. She stumbles to her feet, hands pressed against her temples as if trying to hold her thoughts together. Her legs are visibly trembling, threatening to buckle beneath her. She clutches at the nearest wall for support, her knuckles white.*

Yuna

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