"Sl..... Slazo?" Sorrow's eyes were just barely open, and pain was written on his bloodied face.
"Y-yeah, I'm here... it's gonna be fine, just hold on." Sorrow's eyes had started to glaze over, as Slazo called an ambulance. Slazo squeezed his hand, trying to keep him conscious. His breathing had gotten even shallower. A weak sound came out of the back of his throat, as his grip on Slazo's hand weakened. Slazo had tears streaming down his face while lights and sirens approached as the ambulance finally arrived. Some people rushed out, and started shouting something as soon as they saw Sorrow's condition. Slazo didn't hear what they were saying. He couldn't focus on anything. It was all too much. Everything was happening too fast.
He tried to follow as they loaded him into the ambulance. Some woman said, "I'm sorry sir, you can't come with your friend here. You'll have to trust us, we'll do everything we can."
"I-...." was he could muster as he stumbled back. He watched it drive away into the night. He wandered around in the night for a while, feeling like he was in a fever dream as he tried to get a hold of himself and figure out what to do next. He got a call about 2 hours in. They wanted him to visit, as the only known contact in the country Sorrow had. When he got there, they told him where the room was, but he was stopped right before he got there. A man with a kind face looked him in the eyes and said, "Before you go in there, you're going to want to know.. Your friend didn't make it. I'm sorry.". A breath caught in his throat as he walked into the cold, sterile room.
He stopped when he saw him. Sorrow's eyes were half lidded, his skin pale and cold. It didn't look like him. It couldn't've been him. The warm expression he usually wore was gone, his eyes empty and glazed. The room was devoid of sound, while where he was, you could almost always hear singing. It wasn't the Sorrow he knew.
He had no idea what to do next. What was left of his friend would likely be sent back to his family in the States, and kept at the hospital for now. There was no way he'd be able to talk about it online for a long, long time. He was still trying to control himself as he exited the building, making a beeline for his apartment. When he got back, he immediately broke out a cheap gin he'd bought for the two of them to share the day before Sorrow first got there. He started sobbing a couple drinks in.
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You Better Take Cover (SlazowTV)
FanfictionI absolutely got that title from a lyric from "Down Under". SorrowTV goes to Austrailia for a week to do some in-person collabs with Slazo. Things get interesting. Edit: Holy shit this has 1000 views. That's a big number.
