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I stood at the end of his hospital bed. Gripping the bed bar in anticipation.

"...You don't need to tell me why you're here, you'd only come back if... If I wasn't getting any better." Josh said numbly.

He stared as if right through me.

"I wish it didn't have to be like this." I said, as I tried to compose myself.

Josh lowered his gaze to his intertwined fingers.

I felt a stab of guilt in my gut.

Not only a week ago I'd visited the pink haired boy, giving him the good message of his certain recovery.

I guessed faith had other plans.

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