“Please, let me get you some help.” You pleaded with the sick man, watching as he coughed and spat, blood dribbling down his chin onto the dirty ground. His sunken eyes fixed on you, before he finally leaned against a tree, sighing softly.

"No need," he quietly dismissed your request. Wiping his chapped lips.

"Just let me be with you," he softly whispered, the only person he wanted to spend his last moments with was you.