END08: WANTED YOU TO BE HAPPY

You sat on one of the two hospital beds, fiddling with your thumbs and tapping your feet on the ground, impatient and anxious.

You knew that creature was Mr. Chopped. You knew by his voice and by what he asked before he blacked out: "Want you to carry me."

You were scared. You didn't know it was him, and your life was at risk. Still, once the realization settled in, you begged Mr. Silvair to help him. He relented, severing his body from his head once again.

Now, you awaited for Mr. Silvair to let you see him, which he did as soon as your thoughts began to flame up. He led you to his and Mr. Chopped's room, and you practically leapt at the chance to hold the severed head. You thanked Mr. Silvair profusely, and he left you two to yourselves.

You were beaming with joy—your friend is alive! But he didn't seem too happy. If anything, he looked sad. Guilty, even. He didn't look at you until you picked him up and held him face to face, only for him to start crying.

"Want... you to happy..." he choked. "I sorry, have no body, I sorry!" he cried louder. He thought you were angry with him.

"You hate me?" he sobbed. "No hate me, please...."