228 Talking to Junior Brother (1/2)

junior brother gave me a weird look as i entered the infirmary, a thousand thoughts entering my mind yet none moving past my lips.

junior brother was laying down on his infirmary bed, pillow behind his back. a quick scan of the room revealed that he was still the only patient in the room.

seriously. they had to make this room smaller. it must be scary at night.

i took a deep breath before i continued further, stumbling my way past the beds.

how the h*ll can i bring the poison up? do i just come out and say it? something like, 'who do you think poisoned you, junior brother'?

yeah... didn't he already suspect me of being a demon cultivator?

the f*ck! he'll kill me then!

i don't want to die yet!

okay... let's be smart about this. yeah. it's always better to greet first, questions later. after i had this thought, i stood before his bed, the sunlight from the window above him blinding me.

”hey, junior brother,” i smiled nervously, my eyes rolling around their sockets. should i really just come out and say it?

”what are you doing, senior brother?” his voice was filled with confusion and helplessness.

oh yeah! didn't he say that i had a... hole? in my brain? the f*ck was that about!

wait!

that's perfect!

”junior brother.” i turned to look at him, my face devoid of all expression. my eyes drilled holes into his, and i waited a few seconds for him to understand the seriousness of what i was going to say.

i cleared my throat and began, ”i do have a hole in my brain.”