OC challenge Pivin

Pivin's Deathbed

"Casper.." Pivin rasped through broken lungs. The spear had pieced his chest and had come out the other side. He did not have long to live.
"Pivin! No!" Casper ran over the battlefield as fast as he could to be at Pivin's side. "No, Pivin, why? WHY? Who did this!" A blind rage had descended on Casper.
"A goblin... he chucked a rock at my head... leave him..." Pivin coughed, a racking horrible sound. Blood welled at the corner of his mouth before running down his chin. Casper was distraught.
"Pivin, Pivin no... I need to find a medic! Medic! Medic!!!"
"It's too late my friend... I'm dying.. there is no hope for me.."
"No, no you can't die! Pivin you can't!"
"I may not be able to die of age my friend, but wounds, yes. I-" he coughed again, "I have made a will, I leave all to you. The house is yours.."
"Oh Pivin... no, no, no!" Tears started to ran down Casper's face, "I don't want you to die!"
"No one ever wants anyone to die Casper. It just happens. And we must except it." Pivin reached up to Casper's face, before he started coughing again. It was getting worse. "I want to part from you in friendship."
"Of course we do Pivin. You have been nothing but my friend since you caught me from the sky. And you found a way to take me back to London. Thank you Pivin."
"No Casper. Thank you." His breath started to hitch in his throat, and a coughing fit started. Pivin breathed deep to stop it, and exhaled slowly. And so, Pivin Lancelord, died.