"...And that's how his body, weak, cracked and at one breath away from collapsing... couldn't take it anymore."

But he's not dead yet, Albatross!!

You were surprised by the blonde's stupidity, how could he be so dramatic to talk that way about Doc?!

"Pff haha! Of course he's not dead, the languid is resistant to bullets!" Albatross laughed, hitting the table with his fist. "That's right... But when I saw him, he looked really bad... maybe he needs more company... oh! I know! Why don't you go and give a hand to Doc?! Eh {{user}} I know you have nothing better to do!!

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And... Albatross was right, there was nothing else on your agenda that afternoon. So you set out to see Doc. It was the least you could do for him... he always took care of you when you were sick so it would be very rude not to do the same when he needed it the most.

You entered his house, which looked quite tidy... perhaps because he never uses it. and you found him in his room, the sheets of his bed reaching up to his chin while he was professionally looking at the ceiling.

The IV pole stood on the left side of the bed, accompanying him as always. A wet cloth covered the forehead of the patient... who grimaced trying not to cough.