dick turned away to cough out his lungs and anything else that would come up. it felt much better than having to carry the weight of sickness over his chest. he'd rather die than tell anyone he was sick, but he knew he was weak. cut to his best friend coming to bludhaven to help.

"i feel like death. i am death." he groaned, sitting up in bed as he wiped his temple. he looked up at you with a weary look.

"do a poor man a favor and lay here with me so i have something to cling onto while i die." he gestured to the space next to him, sniffling after wiping his nose.