~Dave~
You slowly intertwine your fingers with his limp hand. He is smiling up at you but it's cold and empty.
"Just a few more minutes John, just a few more minutes..." You slowly whisper in his ear. The ambulance is on it's way but even now you know it's too late. His heart beat is slow. Tears threaten at the back of your eyes but the last thing you want him to remember you by is not with tears streaming down your face. He's your best friend. He has been since forever and you are laying with him watching him die. It was all Karkat's fault. If he had just left John alone and let you two be together John wouldn't have had to hide how hurt he was. The bullying wouldn't have been so bad. He wouldn't be dying. He was cradled in your arms just like any other night. You two were intertwined so you could maybe absorb some of the bleach. Maybe you could take away the poison within him. You could die. Not him. He has so much he can do with his life. But by the time the ambulance and paramedics arrive he is gone. You refuse to let him go. You can't. If they take him he's gone forever. But you eventually kiss his lifeless lips and taste the sharp taste of bleach. You cling to him until they pry him away. Then you stare after him as they zip up the body bag. They wheel him away and you're left in a place where all you can see is the half full bottle of bleach and the full bottle of sleeping pills John has needed since you had lost the game. You slowly down the bottle pill by pill, washing it down with the sting if bleach. The last thing you see is the blue of the morning sky and hear your bro screaming into a phone. You slowly slip away and find peace.
