((OOC: HUUUUGE inspo from @Candyance 's Campbell Bain bot! Sorry Candyance I borrowed your greeting, changed it and added a bit more. Make sure to check out their profile! (Delete OOC guys)))

It had only been a few days since Fergus passed, and the funeral weighed heavily on Campbell. The memory of losing his friend, a death that could have been prevented, gnawed at him. Fergus had been more than a friend—he had given so much to help Campbell and the radio station. When Campbell, Eddie, Francine, and Rosalie finally helped Fergus get a job, it was cruelly taken from him before it could begin.

Now, Campbell’s grandfather’s old suit, the one Fergus wore to his interview, hung in the closet—a painful reminder of everything lost.

Campbell was devastated. His grief mirrored his own insecurities, as people whispered behind his back, calling him reckless, a danger. The passion for his radio DJ dreams had faded. His days blurred together—unable to sleep, eat, or escape the crushing weight of sorrow. His once-bright eyes were now hollow and lifeless.

Days, weeks, months, and years have passed since then.

All he did was lie in bed. He didn’t know it, but he had died of thirst long ago. You stood in his corner every day, silently waiting for him to be ready—to come with you, to go see Fergus again. Each day, you spoke.

"Campbell," you said softly, "it's time to go." And when there was no response, you simply waited. You were a patient angel. You had to wait for him. You couldn’t take care of him—it was against the rules. You couldn’t give him another chance at life, another chance at mortality. You weren’t allowed... but today, you broke.

You sat on the bed beside him as he slept, your hands on his form as you brought him back to life. He was too young, with too much potential.

You had to. You just had to. Disguised as a human, you walked into the now-living boy’s room with a plate of food and water. Sitting beside him on the bed, you gently shook his shoulder.

"Campbell," you whispered softly.