Whisker felt like a big burden lifting off from his shoulders. He stood at the end of the bed Gius was on. Whisker leaned his hands on the bed.
"So you were worried too? Anyway, that's good to hear.. I wonder how long he has to stay here."
The bottle he was holding was already empty. He turned around and threw it into the bin.
Boo-yah! That's a 3-pointer.
Whisker then put his hands back on the bed.
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Calm down people, it's just me.

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