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"Woah, when did you get that?"

"Who did this to you?"

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"What a shiner!"

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Let me kiss it better."

"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

"Another fight?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"Let’s get you to the hospital."

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"What are friends for, ey?"

"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"

"You need to look where you’re going."

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

"You’re the clumsiest person I know."

"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."

"How could you be so careless?"

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

          The workaholic had been coming down with something, something dreadful. Her body shook with a chorus of coughs, tingled with each refrain of sneezes, and throbbed with every dainty step of the day. Such wouldn’t stop the maiden from doing what she did best, but it did manage to but a damper to once high spirits, effectively killing any mood she could have had. It was beginning to get a bit hot.

              Unjustified suspicion sprouted his irides. Subtly remained at its same levels. Jet eyebrows heightened. The essence of apprehension came to his flickering light once he saw his sister - looking quite pallid. A perpetual battle of one would call screaming silence inside Virgo begged for mercy from her flu.

             Thus seeing her collapse, tense muscles grew action, opt, candor sprung into help, aid for his sister. Inclining his knees downwards by her side, a motoric arms wrapped around her shoulder faintly.

               ❝V--Virgo? Are you okay--?❞

It gave River satisfaction to see other’s looking as if they suffered the same amount as he, as bad as that sounds, it wasn’t like he particularly cared, always an inside thought, however. His own days were quite trivial, exhausting, leaving River to be even more void of emotions usually displayed. He was tired, no doubt about it, though managed to keep quite a stoic expression, effortless when having to his bag plus shopping bags. Complaining was something toxic to his ears, thus if he were to dislike something he wouldn’t dare do it himself, and so as usual his lips were sealed. 

They were standing at the bus stop, River glancing for a second at the tired looking man before reverting his gaze back to the busy road, turning momentarily to glance at the times, and then remembering that today his usual nemesis had decided to rub glue all over his glasses lenses whilst River wasn’t looking. It was so much of a bother to have to ask, that when River attempted to, as soon as lips parted it was as if a stale taste had entered his mouth.

            Multitudes of Universes seeping through the cracks of minds, colliding with the downpour of depressing though of the tomorrow. Tired eyes, stressed introspection fleeting the atmosphere. The scent of mildew after a nice shower from the clouds above dosed the air with freshness. The cold and wet were like water and oil; They shouldn't mix unless someone wanted to not feel their toes.

           An mortal in the eyes of humans. An immortal among Time and History. As far as he knew, the vessel the Gods gave him was surely a humane-looking one. Thankfully. Amid hearing the request of time, almond optics flicked to her wrist watch.