9 Why Should I Tell You?

When I got to the infirmary, I laid Brad down on the bed. "Owww!" Brad groaned in pain.

"Sucks to be you. You gotta deal with it. Who told you to go and fight Ace?" I rolled my eyes.

"Hey! It wasn't my fault! He attacked me first! He should- Ow ow ow!" Brad said. "Watch it! That hurts!". I purposely pressed on his wound and slapping on some bandages. "Well, aren't you going to tell me what happened?" I said while slapping on some more bandages on him.

Brad hesitated for awhile and started to zone off. SLAP! "OUCH! WHAT THE HECK MARSHA?!" Brad screamed. "You zoned off so I had no choice so are you gonna tell me or what?" I said with no regret.

"Ow! I don't want to tell you anymore. Plus Why should I tell you?!" Brad answered in pain.