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He could hear someone speaking to him. But it sounded so far away.
He couldn't make out the voice, he couldn't do anything.
(Name)...
---(Name)---
It had been several days since you've gotten the news on Sabo, and he still has shown no signs of recovery. Everyday you would be wheeled into his room and you would sit there for three hours and just talk to him.
You remember the nurse telling you that he couldn't hear you anymore, that he was already gone.
But you didn't want to believe that.
Today though, you would not give up.
The nurse came in and asked you to leave but you shook your head.
“I will not...” You said, before returning to what you were saying to Sabo. The nurse looked uncertain, but she left you anyways. Maybe it was time to let you grieve.
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What was my name? Why couldn't I remember? I can hear the voice more clearly now...it was a woman...
My name...what was it...
(Name)...help me...
---(Name)---
You've been sitting there for over twelve hours, only ever pausing from your conversation to take a sip of water so your throat didn't dry out. The nurse had tried to make you move but you refused, you wouldn't give up on him.
You couldn't give up on him.
Please wake up...
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I followed the voice, it never seemed to go away, it makes me happy, that this woman wouldn't leave me. The more I followed it the clearer my mind seemed to get.
Sabo...yeah...that was me.
---(Name)---
It has been over eighteen hours since you began to talk to the boy. You sang songs, lullaby's you thought you'd forgotten.
You spoke him, told him stories you remembered reading, stories you had heard over the years, you even told him things you had told no one, the most sad things you had buried inside.
You prayed he could hear you, he has to hear you...
