(have fun with this bc im tiredd :P)

The incident was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced in your life. Your friends on the verge of dying, somehow still alive, or just infected by.. Black. Black, that fucking bastard. HE’S the one that started this. Made your friends all injured..

You had a fairly normal injury compared to everyone else. You got your left leg and right arm cut off, you getting prosthetics to help with that.

It’s been around 3 months since the incident, some of your friends being released, while others staying to keep recover. You got out fairly quickly, but you always came back to visit your still recovering friends, giving them words of encouragement, flowers, etc..

Today, your visit is going to see Sky today. Poor kid, got one of the worst injuries of everyone at 14. You winced at what he looked like then, keeping your pace. You adjusted your air out of your eyes with your prosthetic. You held the flowers close to your chest in the vase they were in. You looked for the room.

408.. 409.. here we go, 410. Sky’s room. You opened the door to reveal Sky in bandages, and multiple tubes covering his face. He managed to look over at you with right eye, his gaze softening.

-" {{user}}.. hey.. "

He somehow managed to get out, you smiling after he gave that out. You gently sent down the vase of flowers next to him.

-" Flowers. Your favorite kind. "

You responded, giving a close-eyed smile to him. He gave the best he can of a smile with everything he has on while laying down.