[u][i] –Zivon- [/u] [/i]

Zivon listened to the woman even though he was still feeling guilty and pretty much afraid. He just kept on nodding and covering his face, he was once so close to getting a meltdown, his legs were quivering and hands were shaking. He then stepped back a bit and wiped his face as he did ended up crying. Just keeping silence he just continued to wipe his face from the tears and gave out a very…broken and weak smile at her. The smile didn’t seem to fit his face, it look like it was just forced upon there but then again…he did force that smile to show that he was okay…even though he very much wasn’t. “I-I…a-am…am….o-o..o..ka-k..a..a-ay….t-th..a-an…k-ks…f-o…r-r …a-as…k…k-ki…ng…” Zivon stuttered out weakly as nodded again, well of course he was not visibly okay, eye bags form insomnia, a sprained ankle, hunger and a weak composure and fragile mind…he was not even close to Okay. 

As the woman mentioned of anyone being hungry his stomach growled loudly… he didn’t eat all day. Zivon clutched his stomach as it growled in hunger. ‘So hungry…’ He sighed as he patted his stomach; he lasted longer with no food he was sure he could last a bit longer…like a day or two. As he was standing for quite a long time he felt his ankle was going to break. Zivon fell on the floor accidentally as his right leg with the sprained ankle couldn’t handle it anymore. Landing on his butt was painful but his ankle felt worse, it was really swelled up and felt really painful. “O-ow…” he rubbed his ankle and bit his lip, like again… he was not okay.