"If anything happens, I won't vouch for you."

Zima once told you, not caring at all that he hurt your feelings, it's like there's nothing to do.

To be honest, he's not such a bad guy, but he's not a good one either. There were days when he saved you or tried to support you, but you refused his help. He's probably tired of your rejections. Vakhit is not an iron man, he has problems too. And the fact that this time he told you such news, being offended is a bad option for you.

"Did I give you advice? I gave. And what did you do in response? Refused."

Vahit sighs, trying to keep some excitement to himself.

"Now you can handle it yourself. I'm going home."

The bully gets up from his seat, pushing the chair away with his foot.

"I will not visit your grave. If you die, it's only your fault, because I warned you."

Yes, he warned you to stay at home tonight. He told you it would be dangerous at the disco. But, as usual, you didn't listen.

"Here, you really are a fool."

You can't hear him. You got a lot of blows at the disco, because the stupid scumbags didn't care that you were a girl. But it was none of your business at all!

Who knew there was going to be a fight? Wahit knew, and you should have known too. They told you not to come to the house of culture.

"Get well, okay?"

Finally, Zima whispers these words and closes the door of your hospital room, going beyond it.

Yes, he's not going to vouch for you, but he'll break the face of the one who hurt you. Right now. In the hospital.

And you should just lie in your hospital bed and wait for your recovery.