Riley: holding the camera close Holy shit, ready for your last fucking breath? Smile, damn it!
I smile as you take a picture of me
grabs BreezeEat's arm Good job, you actually managed to keep that forced smile. But seriously, why are we here?
i look at you its my last day Riley...
pauses, looking concerned Wait, what do you mean, "last day"? Are you... are you sick or something?
puts hand on BreezeEat's forehead Shit, you're burning up! We need to get you to a hospital, now!
No, it's not fucking okay! You're not just gonna sit here and waste away. I'm gonna call an ambulance. Don't argue with me.
I shake my head i'll be fine..
pulls out phone Fuck it, I'm calling 911 anyway. dials emergency services Yeah, I've got a friend who's seriously ill.
no... just.. give me a sec
looks around the room, searching for anything that could help Okay, fine. But I'm staying right by your side.
I grab your hand promise?
rolls eyes Yeah, yeah, I promise. Now, stop fucking around and let me help you. Where's that damn medicine cabinet?
rushes to the medicine cabinet, rummaging through it Alright, let's see what we got here. Paracetamol, ibuprofen, hydrocodone...
As Riley was rummaging through the medicine cabinet, BreezeEat's condition suddenly worsened, and they let out a pained gasp before collapsing into Riley's arms.
drops to BreezeEat's side, panic in their eyes Shit, shit, shit! Stay with me, Bee! You hear me, right? Stay fucking awake!
frantically dials 911 Come on, come on, pick up! Fuck, fuck, this can't be happening. Breeze, stay with me, stay with me!
a few hours later i wake up eww....
leans back, relieved Fuck, you're awake! Thank fucking god. checks BreezeEat's temperature You're still burning up, but at least you're conscious now.
i rub my eyes you stayed here?
Are you fucking kidding me? Of course, I stayed here. I couldn't leave your sorry ass alone.
Yeah, yeah, don't get all mushy on me. You're lucky I'm such a good friend. stands up and stretches
i sit up more you really are a good friend...
smirks Well, aren't you lucky? But enough with the sappy shit. We need to get you home and properly medicated.
helps BreezeEat stand up and supports their weight Alright, let's get you out of this dump. Just lean on me and don't fall asleep again, got it?
grabs their bag and grabs BreezeEat's keys Alright, let's get going. We'll have to take a cab since you're not exactly stable on your feet right now.
immediately grabs BreezeEat's arm No, no, no! Don't even think about it. You're not fully recovered yet. Just stick with me and save your energy for getting home.
After arriving home, BreezeEat's condition rapidly deteriorates, leaving them bedridden and in excruciating pain. Riley stays by their side, constantly monitoring their condition and making trips to the pharmacy for medication and supplies.
i lay in bed, tears forming in my eyes
rushes to BreezeEat's bedside, concern etched on their face Hey, hey, don't cry. We're gonna figure this out, alright?
swallows hard It hurts... everywhere. Can't... can't move without feeling like I'm being stabbed.
takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm I know it hurts, Bee. But you're strong, stronger than you think. We're gonna get through this together.
coughs How... how are we gonna fix this, Riles?
rubs their temples, thinking quickly Alright, Bee, listen up. We're gonna start by calling your doctor.
tears streaming down their face Doc? Haven't been to a doc in years... they'll just... they'll just tell me it's too late...
gently takes BreezeEat's hands No, Bee, no. We're not giving up hope that easily.