Trustworthy help

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After it took really long, I went to get some water.

I walk back in and stop in my tracks.

'Evan...'
he's sitting up and holds his hands over his face as he cries quietly.

'Evan.' I say again as my feet finally move. I set the cup down and sit on the bed. He's not looking up and holds his face covered. I lean down and hug him. He lets his arms fall from his face and he hugs back, clutching my sweater in his hands. 'It's alright, Evan.' I say. 'I'm so sorry.' He sobs into my shoulder.

I've never seen him this emotional. I have seen him cry before, at David's funeral and his mother's funeral, but even then he was controlled. Right now, he's shaking and loosing control. 'Please help me.' He begs with a shaking voice. He hicks, before hissing in pain because of the movement it caused. 'I'm right here.' I say softly.

After what seem like ten minutes he lets go with shaking hands.
He shifts a little, face pale besides his red nose. He sniffles, looking vulnerable.

'Of course You're here.'
I turn around at the unexpected familiar voice. 'I see he means more to you.' Corpse says as he gives me a cold look.

I stand up, pushing him back out of the room in anger. He stumbles on his feet as I close the door behind me. I step closer, being so angry that I can't even yell. 'I asked you to come. They called me so I could say goodbye to my best friend. He was going to die, you sick bastard.' I say quietly as I lean closer, anger obvious. It's obvious that he's shocked, but he hides it well. 'I had said goodbye to him.' I say as I clench my jaw and feel the tears threaten to fall again. 'And you- you.... you asshole.' I push him again, softer this time. He grabs my wrist but I pull back 'get out of my sight.' I say softly as I wrap my arms around myself.

He hesitates, looking down at me as I don't look at him. After a second he walks away. I take a deep breath as I close my eyes tightly. 'You should have slapped him.' I look up. 'Teresa.' I say to the woman around my age. 'I don't hit someone just like that.' I say as I let out a shaky breath, cold and shaking with emotion. Teresa steps closer and wraps me in for a hug with one arm as she holds a clipboard I'm the other. 'I'm sorry. Things aren't going well for you are they.' She says. I haven't seen Teresa since college. I shake my head and wipe my tears away.

'Calm down a little and spend some time with Marksen.' She says. I nod and take another deep breath. I open the door and quietly step inside. He's staring at the wall. I sit down next to him and he shivers. 'I want to leave here. It feels like I'm on my death bed.' He says softly, still to weak to talk louder. 'Well it nearly was.' I say. I turns his head to me. 'I saw David, and my mom.' He says as tears fill his eyes. I look back at him, not knowing what to say. 'I really thought I was a goner, but then you... with your stupid memories and stories....' he takes a second to breath as I chuckle. 'Sorry to be annoying.' I say. 'Nah-' He flinches. 'Slap some sense into me if you have to next time. I was about to give up and let go.' He says. 'I really should, why the hell were you wandering around on your own?' I ask. He lets out a deep breath and smiles goofily. 'Yeah about that.' He says, already covering the back of his head 'don't slap me.' He says with a weak laugh. I let out a laugh as well and shake my head 'nearly dead and still joking.' I say.

After a long time I head home,
Corpse better have gone sane in the mean time.