Aug 5, 2015
"No, don't worry yourself. I'm-I'm fine." The Narrator attempted to walk past the slightly shorter woman. It worked, but each step was feebler then the last. (Very sick Narrator?)
Chell interlocked their arms near the end, helping him keep his balance. Poor thing.
She assumed he was going to die. People who got sick died, right? If he coughed, it meant that he was going to die. For sure.
((oh i am %100 down buT YOU KNOW ABOUT CHELL’S IMMUNE SYSTEM, RIGHT? THIS RP IS GUARANTEED TO END IN DEATH))