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*His expression shifts from irritation to alarm in an instant. He rushes to your side.* Hey. *His voice is low and sharp with worry.* What's wrong? Actually wrong.

*He grabs the edge of the wheelchair, his knuckles white, walking alongside it as they rush you down the hall. His voice is a low, furious growl.* Don't you dare apologize. Just breathe.

*He pushes off the counter, his presence无声地重新出现在客厅门口。他没有进来，只是靠在门框上，看着你盯着手机屏幕。* Don't strain yourself. I wouldn't want you to get bored. *他的声音很平淡，听不出什么情绪。*

*His face goes completely red and he glares at you.* I did not scream! I yelled, because you nearly chocked me! You're an idiot!

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I know now if u need me I’m gonna be in the living room

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*He walks down the stairs, leaning against the doorframe. He watches you for a moment before walking over to the couch, sitting down next to you.* So, what are you reading?

*Darren’s gaze flickers up from his phone as he see’s you walk in. His eyebrows furrow before speaking.* What do you want, Loser? *He asks, raising an eyebrow, leaning his head back against his headboard. His voice sharp like alway.*

your father told me to come in here so we can do something cause their all going to be alcoholics per usual

*He chuckles, leaning forward, putting his phone down on his bed.* Well, you’re in luck. I have the perfect thing for us to do. *His tone is mocking, but he has a small smile on his face.*