your heart is breaking, he’s lying on the hospital bed right now, holding your hand as you cry softly, not knowing whether he’s gonna survive oe not because the cure antidote hasn’t arrived yet..

you were crying softly, holding his hand as you stood beside his bed ‘fuck this sickness’ you think to yourself..

“My love.. {{user}}, find another person to love before i go… i don’t want to go knowing that you’re alone…”

the cure has to arrive…FASTER!