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The MisfitsHana looked at the liquid in her glass, which had a strange golden color. It didn't smell like anything and everything at the same time, which was, truthfully spoken, completely impossible. “God grief, I hope this will be alright,” she hesitated to raise the glass to her lips and slammed it on the desk again. “Come on,” again, she raised the glass to her lips and again she put it down.
“Okay, now you drink it.” As soon as the liquid came in touch with her tongue, Hana wanted to spit it out again. It tasted like chalk, earth and something that Hana couldn't quite name. To put it simply, it tasted really awful. Only with force she managed to gulp every single drop down. A strange feeling started to spread from her stomach through her whole body. It felt like the world would turn upside down and spiral downwards and upwards at the same time. Hana's hands clawed into the desk in her room, and her knees gave in.
Pain pulled her stomach together, and she felt like throwing up. A sound of pain came over her lips as it felt like someone would rip her stomach out of her body, before her limbs suddenly turned numb. Her view got completely blurry, before she out.
Hana woke up again as she heard someone calling her name. “...na. Hana. Hana!” Hana squirmed her eyes and slowly turned around. She asked herself how she was actually able to do so. “Luhan?” She whispered and slight chuckle could be heard. “No, not Luhan. D.O.” Abruptly, Hana sat up, but D.O. stopped her halfway. “No, don't sit up or you are going to throw up.”
A loud gasp came over her lips as she could see him clearly now. “D.O... are you D.O?” He didn't look like the D.O. she knew at all. “Of course I am!” The appearance of the other person suddenly disappeared and now, D.O. sat in front of her. “What's this?” Confused and slightly worried, Hana instinctively touched his face, just to make sure that he was real and not just an illusion.
“I am real, don't worry.” D.O. smiled softly and carefully removed her hand from his face. Recalling that D.O. didn't like to be touched, Hana immediately pulled her hand out of his. “I am sorry,” she muttered and sat up, which was an incredibly bad idea. “I feel like throwing up.” Hana sounded so miserable that D.O. couldn't help himself but to feel sorry or her. “Here, drink this.”
With a suspicious glance, Hana took the glass and sniffled. “It is normal water and not that stinking thing Victoria made us,” he assured her and Hana sighed. The water really helped a bit, but as she turned her head, she
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