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Published: 2020-10-25 18:44:48 +0000 UTC; Views: 400; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 0
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It was late, he knew that already, it would soon be time for visitors to go and the thought of just... leaving him here.. hurt. It hurt a lot. Goddammit they might not be family but they were friends, something more than friends really..
He couldn’t just--
The laugh was raspy and harsh, almost a choking sound as Kenny wheezed in and out in the gesture, “Buttercup, you look worse than I do, what’s got you all worked up?”
A sharp intake of breath, he must have been zoning out again. Butters scolded himself, every moment wasted was a moment he didn’t spend with Kenny, and every moment that happened the closer Kenny was to--
“I’m just thinking about the big surprise party we’re gonna’ have for you when you get better.” His tone was light and friendly, upbeat and cheerful. It strongly contrasted the dark room, the medical equipment, the injections and blood, the knowledge you could be weeks, days, maybe even hours away from--
“Buttercup, it’s not a surprise if you tell me.” Kenny paused to cough, it was a painful sound, he wanted to hold him, to tell him it would be okay, that this would pass and everything would be sunshine and rainbows, “but it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about a get well party.”
As soon as the words left Kenny’s mouth Butters was shaking his head, “No! I do have to worry! I need to get planning and organizing Sunshine! I need to invite the guests and make the food--”
“Butters.”
“Not to mention all the gifts you’re gonna get to cheer you up from being stuck in here for so long--”
“Butters..”
“A-and cake! We certainly need a cake, only the best for my---”
A hand reached out to grab his shoulder, weak from illness, but firm with purpose, “Leo.. stop. This, this isn’t good for you t-this denial this delusion that I’m not, t-that I wont...”
Unable to hold it back anymore, the flood of tears burst through his defenses, he tried to angrily rub them away but it was impossible to stop, “Kenny, please... I don’t want you to die... you can’t die. You just can’t..”
It couldn’t be happening, it wasn’t happening, this wasn’t going to be Kenny’s fate it couldn’t be it just--
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it... promise...” his voice trailed off slightly as he leaned back into the pillow. The beeps and blips of the machines becoming little more than background noise.
“Kenny?”
No response...
“Kenny this isn’t funny..”
Silence, the droning only growing louder, his mind refusing to accept what had happened.
“No... no you can’t--” It was too late for him to say anything, nothing was left to be said. At least, nothing anyone else needed to hear.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, Butters kissed his forehead of someone too lively and vibrant to be so motionless and still. Allowing the weeks of anxiety and dread cloak him like a blanket of darkness.
“Be back soon... I promise to be the first thing you see when you do..”
...
“I love you..”
