dammit. moon..

I s-swear..i-im fine*he trys getting* i-i ju-just need rest...*he walks to the daycare still in pain and still throwing up ink*

well apparently i do.
*she holds moon, rubbing his back.*

Yes I am u-*throws up more ink*..u don't n-need to worry a-about me...

*hugs*
youre not.