Three Months

Apologies

The next morning Dimentio woke just before the sun rose. He was anxious, so his body naturally woke up early, which he was grateful for.

However, it wasn't all good. His body hurt really bad and he felt incredibly ill. It was hard for him even to lift his head. He felt like he needed to throw up, but there was nothing in his stomach for him to eject.

A part of him really wanted to just stay in bed and go back to sleep. He felt like he really needed to rest. Getting up would only make everything hurt more than necessary.

However, the other voice in his head was louder. The voice that told him he was going to be in pain no matter what happened and just to try to make the most of this last day.

His skin was colder than usual. It felt clammy. Yes, it was still grey, but there was almost a blue quality to it now. As soon as he sat up, he almost felt the weight of a hundred hands trying to push him back down. Trying to push him down into the Underwhere once again so they could drag him away. But he couldn't let them. Not yet. It took every ounce of strength he had to stay sitting up.

He needed to get out of that bed. It was too soft and warm, too tempting. He needed to get as far away from it as possible. However, he couldn't find the strength to walk anymore. He could barely move his legs. They felt heavy. Everything felt heavy. His lungs and veins felt hot, his stomach felt like it was burning from the inside out, and his head throbbed.

He ended up rolling off the bed and falling onto the floor with a thud. The impact was much more painful and shocking than he expected it to be, sending what felt like a painful wave of electricity up and all the way through his body. Dimentio whimpered softly to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. He was half-convinced that the impact of that small fall alone would kill him at that point, but he couldn't allow that. He couldn't die yet. He still needed to make the most of this day, then leave so Luigi would never find out.

He had a plan now. Spend the day with Luigi, bid him farewell, then go to the cemetery and find his grave. He wasn't sure what the toad working there would say, but it didn't matter. As soon as he died they'd surely figure something out.

He tried finding the strength to get back up, but he needed a minute to recover. He lay in his back and looked up at the ceiling. It was hard to focus on anything, it was almost like he lost his peripheral vision. All he could see was the ceiling, and all he could hear were muffled sounds. His brain was too lazy to try to connect what they meant, but listening to them was soothing.

"Dim...io?" Something said. For some reason, he didn't register the voice. His first thought was, huh. The walls are talking to me. How kind of them.

"Dimentio?" They said again. He didn't reply out loud since it would take too much energy, so he instead replied in his head, thinking that maybe they could hear.

Hi, he thought to them. Don't worry, I'll get up. Just give me a minute.

"Dimentio!" They exclaimed, sounding slightly clearer and louder. Dimentio blinked slowly, then shifted his gaze to the side to see Luigi leaning over him, looking worried.

Oh, hello! Dimentio thought, not remembering that Luigi couldn't actually hear his thoughts.

"Dimentio?! Are you okay?!" He asked, softly grasping Dimentio's shoulder. Luigi's grip was soft, but it still hurt. However, Dimentio didn't want to tell him that.

Yes, I'm fine, Dimentio thought before lightly smiling to himself, remembering that he wasn't talking out loud. He took a short slightly uneven breath, gathering all his strength so he could attempt to keep his voice steady. "Hi," is all he managed to say.