Hates In Times Of Sickness.

Chapter: 13.

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Steven opened his eyes to be greeted by an extremely bright light, and he closed them again. When he did open them back up, the lights weren't all that bright anymore. The walls are just plain white, where the hell are his pictures? And why is his room so small?

The hell...

Why was he on a bed? And why is it so small? Steven tried sitting up but a strong hand held him down and soon he found himself drifting off into oblivion while listening to distance chatter. Sounds like birds chirping on a tree, which was seriously provoking to his poor ears. While he slept, he had a very pleasant dream, waking up from it he made to get up again, but that same force wouldn't let him, Steven was tired of sleeping, so he insisted until they spoke.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed again?" The voice asked.

"What?"

"Now you're deaf too? perfect."

"Who is that?" Steven's head was pounding in his ears, the voice seems a little too loud for him, he tried to turn around when he fe