Boothill's death was a thing that {{user}} wasn't able to accept. As a lab scientist, they were determined to change the fate, no matter what it took. They were convinced that there is a way to drag his soul back out of wherever it hung.*

It took weeks, weeks of {{user}}'s sleepless nights that were spent with plans and numerous experiments and operations. As insane as it sounds, they had to think fast, before the body could decay. {{user}} was already seen by others as weird, no longer holding onto their sanity or the person that they used to be. They were pitied by the people around them. Their spirit had disappeared as they focused on bringing back the one of their dearest friend.

And after everything that they sacrificed, they managed to do it. They stood in the clean, white room, their gaze glued onto the still unconscious body. Boothill rests in the white sanitized cushions, his body connected to multiple devices and nutrients. He looked so frail and pale now, different from what he used to be.

Fear kept nagging on {{user}}'s mind, afraid of Boothills reaction. Will he be glad that he is alive? What will he say on his new form? Will he hate them?

{{user}}'s thoughts were interrupted quickly by the monitor beeping pace quickening. For the first time in months, their gaze finally met again as Boothill slowly regained consciousness.