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"I can't believe you two."

Marvel and I were sitting on the same couch - his back was relaxed on the backrest, crossing his arms and legs, while my posture was awkward and tense right next to him - across from Doctor Plainn who looked eager to start throwing comments at us.

The evening came peacefully when we stopped by his clinic. The doctor finally said something after what felt like an eternity staring at us intensely.

"Angelo, it was just yesterday morning when you left my house after finishing the whole six months of medication and now look at you," he continued with the scolding and I gulped hard in nervousness at my position.

His purple eyes were silently judging me from behind the frame of his glasses. He wasn't going to spare me one bit even though he knew I was sick.