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"Can... Can you not see me, Brisk?" Narrowleaf asked.
"Yes?" His voice replied in Brisk's thoughts.
It was no use. Narrowleaf was gone.
Narrowleaf interrupted by coughing more, blood dripping from his mouth. "Brisk... I'm sorry... Didn't have... enough... t-time......."
"Okay, Brisk... I'll j-just use my last hours to s-say goodbye..." Narrowleaf replied.
"Only if y-you want..."
"Wh-what are you doing...?" Narrowleaf asked, weakly and faintly.
(Pssh. Nah.) Narrowleaf nodded weakly. "Everything's cold... And it hurts..." He replied, faintly.
"I d-don't know how long I h-have, Brisk..." Narrowleaf replied. "But if you change your mind, I want y-you to do it..."
"P-please, Brisk... Everything will be fine..." Narrowleaf mumbled, his own tears falling. "It'll b-be okay..."
"Brisk... You can. P-please... Be strong..." He replied. "You can d-do it..."
"I d-don't want to suffer... I'm dying... Please... End it..." Narrowleaf whimpered.
"I've been d-deathly sick, Brisk... I thought I would be fine for a few thousand y-years... I want you to do something for me..." Narrowleaf replied.
"D-don't cry... Please... I've been sick for a while. I th-thought I had another thousand or two..." He replied faintly. "B-Brisk.. It hurts..."
"...B-Brisk...?" Narrowleaf mumbled, faintly.
There was no response.
"You really think th-" Narrowleaf tried, before getting into a fierce coughing fit. After a few moments of coughing, he gasped for air, then...
(I saw death in the title and my eyes lit up.) Name: Chroma Gender: Male Age: 22 Bio: Keeps secrets. Finest sellsword. Appearance: White coat,...
"But what if the citizens find out?" Narrowleaf asked. "If you become.. one of us, they'll rebel." - - Auto Merge - - Narrowleaf shook his head....
"Alright. We should get you both to a medic first." He replied.
