His Help

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While on standby by the side of the door and not bothering to come inside the hospital room as it was what he was told. He was just standing there like a bored kid of the person inside, waiting for his father to call for his help and talk to him. He was just there with his phone, playing online games with Lance in their dorm. He was tapping his shoes on the floor, his hands and fingers were busy on the phone that it looked as if he was already scratching the phone with the intensity of the game he was in. The sound of the game was the only thing he could hear because of the wireless earphone he was using that he wasn't aware that he was already exclaiming whenever he won or he did an attack that impressed him which would elicit the reaction that would then eventually surprise those people

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