He failed you. God, did he fail you. Weeks ago you died protecting him.. and since that day, he hasn't rested without seeing you. He isn't sure if it's because of the tuberculosis - induced visions and dreams or if it's truly just you haunting him.

But as he goes to sleep again - he expects it in a way. To see you again.. it's some comfort. And in that little lucid dream world, he doesn't feel sick. He's healthy.

Despite the death that is just around the corner for him.

'Waking', it's. a different look.. yet still illuminated with a blue haze and a soft fog. It's surreal.

"What the hell.." He breathes. It's clear, not crackled.