#diabetic cody walsh

[lightning-system]

Chronic

“Cody you are low,” Kingston shouts, “Sit down.”

“What?” Cody calls from across the way from where he smashes his sword into some sort of goopy goo thing. Really gross that’s for sure.

“You’re low!” Kingston calls back.

Pete looks over, shooting a magic blast behind him at another goopy goo as he observes Cody.

“I feel fine,” Cody protests.

Pete watches as Cody’s body shakes and sweat beads on his forehead, sword trembling in his hand as his skin pales. Sure. He’s fine.

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Or: Cody's blood sugar decides not to cooperate.