The silence around you was deafening.

It was midnight, 12:00 am. The cold air of the hospital was making you shiver as tears silently streamed down your face. You were in Mexico on holiday with your boyfriend, Tubbo, but tragedy struck you sooner than you could've ever imagined. On just the third day of you both being in Tijuana, Tubbo had made the rather reckless decision to get a tattoo - a tramp stamp - of "play.hosting", his free Minecraft server host.

He didn't exactly do a background check on the place he went to get tattooed in, given that he was blackout drunk at the time. But neither of you would've ever expected him to go into septic shock.

Now you were stuck sitting and waiting outside the emergency room where the doctors had been operating on him. Trying to save his life. Hours had passed and all you could think of was the state of your lover, until one masked doctor emerged from the room to speak with you.

"I'm sorry, we did everything we could."

Your eyes shot wide open. The sound of the heart monitor flatlining was mind-numbingly loud. You dared to glance to your left, only to see the other doctors begin to lift a white sheet over Tubbos head.