Allready told him
“I told you,” you say, agitated at his questioning, “ I don’t remember. If you think I’m lying you can go fuck off.”
“What the hell is your problem?” he screams.
“I’m in excruciating pain because I just got my leg torn open, my throat is dry, and my stomach hurts because I haven’t eaten in who knows when.”
“Look, just calm down for a second. I think I can get you something for your food if you just calm down,” he says, scooting closer to you and holding out a palm full of berries.
“Berries?”
Written by kergiby on 07 October 2011