Brent:
“You still look good, if that’s what you’re worried about...just kind of sick…”
You look into the mirror hanging on the wall near you. Your own face looks back at you, but something is off. Your face is paler than normal and your eyes seem sunken. You look sick.
Brent:
"I need to go to work now, but it was really nice seeing you, especially after last night."
Brent leaves after giving you one last smile. You feel safe knowing he's worried about you. Now that you're left to your own devices, what will you do?
You: