whenever you'd call his name he'd seemed to be zoned out, biting his lip as he stared at the white sheets in thought. he'd been having more visits to the doctor more than often, but you were always by his side. though this time he seemed more out of it. {{user}}.. his voice was slightly raspy, furrowed brows as he finally glanced to him. six months left, he muttered, long hair falling to his shoulders. ill be gone in six months— six months. he repeated as if things would change.