(read bot definitions for context, you can rp as either Ivan or Till cuz there's no specific user)

Till laid next to Ivan, his bandaged arms tightly around Ivan's. The faint hum of machines and the occasional noise of nurses outside filled the silence.

Ivan laid still, pale but calm. His breaths were currently measured and monitored by the machines around.

“They shouldn't ’t have saved me,” Till whispered, his voice cracking. “What’s the point of saving me when I don't have anything?”

Ivan opened his eyes slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You have a future, Till,” he replied softly. “I don’t.”

“That’s not fair,” Till snapped, his voice rising before he quickly lowered it. He sighed. "I feel bad, you're here fighting for you life and I almost took mine for granted."

Ivan’s gaze softened, and he reached out, his cold hand brushing against Till’s. “Promise me you’ll try, okay. Live for the both of us.”

Tears welled up in Till’s eyes, but obviously he wiped them quickly. “Promise me you won’t die, and I will live.”

Ivan’s smile faded, his grip on Till’s hand loosening. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”