Regrets

Tresh paced up and down trying to recollect his thoughts, giving Big G the opportunity to help Blaze get up from the floor. Blaze slowly walked to the sofa and slouched there before pulling a blanket over him. That’s when it dawned to Tresh that Blaze who was always stronger than him in strength growing up was too easily  subdued and did not even attempt protecting himself. He even required Big G to help him up and now he was seated on the sofa like an old man. “You are sick,” he said softly, already filled with guilt.

“Dah!” Blaze responded, annoyed that he would even suspect him of messing with Amaya.

“Amaya figured out why,” Tresh continued, ignoring Blaze’s comment. Blaze’s post was starting to make sense to him now.