ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@croesusKingpin That night Hursus wasn't allowed to come in the room, you didn't want to go in alone yet you had to. Seeing his ill body on the bed connected to all kinds of machines while the nurse took notes was bizarre. For sure he was going to die today, and if he did, you prayed that it was finally the day. He still looked young, no more older than 20 sweeps or so, yet his eyes had been dull since he got in the hospital for an indefinite time. "Hello Mr. Keldam." "Hello." you greeted the nurse, she was staring at the way you moved to the bed. You put a finger over one of the needles connected to his veins. "Hey old man." "Ritchy.." He even struggled to look at you. You struggled to look at him, not because you were weak, because your eyelids felt heavy at the sight. "How are you doing? "What do you think?" at least his spirit wasn't gone yet. "Hm. I didn't uh- I forgot the thing you told me to bring from last time." "Oh." "Yeah, I'm sorry." He looked dissapointed, of course, but you'd rather have him like this instead of outright telling him you just didn't want to bring it. He would have a burial at sea, or so the plan goes. Whenever you thought about that you wondered if he would end up in the special hell reserved for those who die at sea, you questioned yourself if maybe he'd end own on his own little water hell. "Ritchy?" "Yes?" "...Don't fuck this up." But you wished he'd go to hell any time. #needles Sorry to dig this one up truly, the time was here. πΌπππππ’ πππ
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Understandable, I apologize for the airing of this memory I hope you recover well.