Chapter Seven

Benji

“I-I think he’s starting to wake up.”

That was all that Benji heard when his eyes began to flutter open, trying to come back to reality.

“Give him another fucking dose then.”

He tried his best to move but it felt like his body weighed a thousand pounds… Benji attempted to speak but before he could, that familiar sensation of a cloth and hand covered his mouth and nose again.

“No, no, stop–” Benji managed to say, though it was completely muted. The only thing he was able to see before his world went black again was the hand on his mouth had a butterfly tattoo on their hand and their eyes looked…sad?

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