
They gently rested Mr. Rabbit’s weak body on the bed.
He was still reluctant, but didn’t show any resistance.
“T-thank you, friends.”
Max gently put his hand on Rabbit’s forehead.
“M-meryl, he is burning.”
Meryl wasn’t exactly sure what that mean, since they weren’t made of flash, but by Max’s tone it could only mean BAD.
“ok. now. what the hell. is happening.”