" I'm your friend. You still got me Simon."
The sick patient flinched when he heard those words. Despite their source, he
still felt strangly comforted by them, comfort, which now in days he rarely recieved
from anyone. His face flushed when he felt another body, warm, press against his
back while he sat at his desk.
" But not my mother or Sophie..." A sigh was drawn out from his lips as he took
a glance up in the direction of his companion. A blood stained face looked back
down at him with a prompting glance on his features. A hand settled on his
shoulders as the older male closed his eyes, withdrawing out another gush of
"Am I not good enough? Why do you need anyone else but me?" Simon felt the other's
hand grip on his shoulder tighten as he asked inquiery. He didn't know what to
say or do in this prediciment, so instead tilted his head downward in despondence.
As a few minuetes of silence passed, the room seemed to grow colder and stiff as
Simon hoped that his character wo