“(First Name), please stop, you’re making a scene. People are staring…”
“But I’m dying!”
“You’re not dying!”
Bystanders looked on as you dragged yourself across the ground and quickly latched onto Jude’s leg like a second skin. Flustered, he attempted to shove you off with his arm, and when that didn’t work, he began to hobble away and yank you behind him, hoping that you would eventually let go. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t give up that easily when you had a goal.
“You’re a doctor!” you whined. “These cramps are killing me! Give me some medicine!”
“(First Name), it doesn’t work that way. We need to have a proper sit-down to discuss your symptoms, your level of pain, your – "
“Fine! My ovaries feel like they’re being ripped out from inside of me, and my level of pain is equal to you getting smashed in the balls with a sledgehammer! Oh, you don’t know what that feels like? Here, let me show you!”
“Jude, (First Name), what are the two of you doing?”
Both you and Jude froze and looked up to see Milla watching you curiously. Jude stumbled over his words in an attempt to explain his current predicament, but you simply stared until an idea clicked in your head and slowly grinned.
“We’re playing a game, Milla. Wanna join us?” you asked her.
“No, Milla! Say no!” Jude said frantically.
“Sure, what is this game you speak of?” she said.
“It’s called ‘Latch onto Jude’s Legs until (First Name) Gets Medicine.’”
Fifteen minutes later, Alvin looked up from the letter he was writing to his mother to see you and Milla clung onto Jude’s legs as he dragged the both of you down the main road of Leronde.