“The hunger is killing me!” He cried in agony.
Jeriko watched one of his closest friends as he laid there, writhing in what he assumed to be the aforementioned pain that he was in.
“I know.” Jeriko finally replied, his gaze turning away from Marlo. “You’ve mentioned.” He didn't know what to do about it. In fact, he never had to personally deal with his twin she was in this position. In fact, she'd usually insist that he leave her to her own devices. Thinking back on it, Jeriko realized that in hindsight, he probably should have gone against her wishes; they probably wouldn't have gotten into half the messes that they had gotten into had he been more knowledgable. Still, as he sat there at that moment with his friend, he couldn't help but feel the task to be insufferable.
