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His head hurt so much that he thought he imagined Kimalia's voice. Kennedy squeezed his eyes and then slowly opened them. Light attacked his eyes, so he squinted at her and then stared for a moment.
Was he alright?
No.
He felt as if someone had dug their hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. Plus, the pulsing headache. No. He wasn't okay. But he didn't want to voice that out. He didn't think he could and he felt like a wimp. A stupid, cowardly wimp. He shouldn't be here allowing himself to be broken, but he couldn't help it.
"I-I don't know," he said in a raspy voice. His throat felt as dry as a desert. Kennedy looked down at his hands, frowning. He didn't want anyone to see him like this.
Well.. at least he wasn't dead. So Kimalia leaned forward to help him sit up proper and stuff, laying on the floor wasn't exactly a good thing. Considering all the dirty shoes that walk over the ground. And clearly, he didn't sound proper, his voice was lacking the air in it. He was going to suffocate if he didn't get up soon."
C'mon now, UUP you go." Yes, Kimalia who was half a scroll his size, had her hand reach under him to push his chest, whilst the other held his shoulder steady to slowly rise him up from the floor to a better sitting position so he could now lean on the shelves.
Phew! All those fast Quaffle throwing and catching did increase her arm strength. Now they were sitting, with Kimalia resting her hands around knees that were up to her chest. Kennedy seemed at a loss, and she didn't know why. "
Here," Kimalia dug into her robes pocket, okay so she brought in some chocolate frogs for a light snack, only handing one over waiting for him to accept it and eat. He was in need of a pick-me-up after all.. "
Not sleeping well?" She asked casually.