Sal was in pain. There was no way to sugar coat it. His stomach would churn and jerk every few seconds in an attempt to remove anything Sal had ingested. With no food in his system, nothing came up. The nurses had tried to force Sal to eat, but he didn't want food. He only wanted Q. Sal begged and begged for Q, crying harder than ever.
When Sal was actually able to see Q, he was too busy screaming in pain to talk. His insides were on fire and something was chewing on them again. The doctors tried giving Sal some morpheme to help sooth his pain, but it barely did anything. The high would only last roughly a minute before melting back into pure agonizing pain.
Q sat next to his suffering friend and grasped his hand firmly. Sal enjoyed the company of Q, even if they were just holding hands in silence. Hours seemed to go by and neither of the two men said a single word. The most noise either of them made was the sound of Sal gagging. Q slowly moved his hand to Sal's stomach and rubbed it in a counterclockwise motion. The movement relaxed Sal a bit and he fell into a dreamful sleep.
A soft smile spread across Q's face as he watched his friend slumber. It may have sounded creepy, but Sal looked so peaceful when he slept. Just the way his chest would rise and fall with a beautiful rhythm was just so... well... beautiful.
"Good night Sal."
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Impractically Broken
HorrorI've had this idea in my head for a while now, so why not write it down. [I NEED TO STOP WRITING NEW STORIES]
