"Dude, what is wrong with you?" Rey called out, his voice laced with concern and mild annoyance.
But Jett didn't respond right away.
Instead, he flinched hard, clutching the side of his head as a sudden, sharp pulse of pain knifed through his temple.
"Why does my head hurt all of a sudden…?" he muttered, barely audible.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and started walking away, his pace fast but unsteady, almost frantic.
"Where are you going now?" Rey asked, raising a brow.
"Bathroom," Jett answered flatly while waving goodbye, not even turning around.
"…You didn't have to sound so offended," Rey muttered under his breath, frowning while the rest of the group exchanged looks.
Something was off. Jett's usually composed demeanor was replaced by a strange, almost disoriented walk. His steps were all over the place like someone barely holding it together. Like a drunk forcing himself to stay upright.
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