Chapter 137

• "You can't walk again? Or do you expect us to carry you on our back like we care if you die?" The guard on the left huffed, but I wriggled my arms free from their grips, swallowing the pain that swept through me.
• "You both should get your fucking hands off my body and leave. I don't depend on your help because I can walk myself!" I shunned them after seeing how they were acting like I was a leper, but they both scoffed.
• "We are only following orders. Who will want to touch you?" The punk guard at my left added with a hiss, and I felt the greatest urge to laugh at my miserable life. How bad can it be?