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you are not alone | no one is alone
Nathaniel Matthews
Former Firefly | 21 | Current location ;; North Dakota
Every fiber of his being wanted to argue that. Yes, he sure as hell knew that Alex would absolutely not be doing that. If there was nothing else for which he could be certain, this was it. This was the one thing. He would never let someone else do that to him. For him. He could not let someone else do that. He refused to allow it. He refused to be the one who brought that fate on someone else. Not with that fate being brought down on him. There was no use in arguing though. They may have just been talking about not hiding big things like this from each other, and he agreed, there was no way that he could tell Alex that he already had a plan to keep him from having to kill someone because there was no cure to an infection that stole bodies away from lives.
He pressed his forehead to Alex’s. A gesture of how much he cared. How sorry he was that this caused someone else pain. What kind of healer did that to people? How could he be so proud of being a medic, of being someone on which someone else could depend, if he was the one causing more pain. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Then he pulled himself away, leaving only his draped arm that he was not even bothering to pretend was a gesture of camaraderie anymore, and began to walk even slower than before. He could not focus on moving his body well while also distracted by what felt like the weight of the world.
Former Firefly | 21 | Current location ;; North Dakota
Every fiber of his being wanted to argue that. Yes, he sure as hell knew that Alex would absolutely not be doing that. If there was nothing else for which he could be certain, this was it. This was the one thing. He would never let someone else do that to him. For him. He could not let someone else do that. He refused to allow it. He refused to be the one who brought that fate on someone else. Not with that fate being brought down on him. There was no use in arguing though. They may have just been talking about not hiding big things like this from each other, and he agreed, there was no way that he could tell Alex that he already had a plan to keep him from having to kill someone because there was no cure to an infection that stole bodies away from lives.
He pressed his forehead to Alex’s. A gesture of how much he cared. How sorry he was that this caused someone else pain. What kind of healer did that to people? How could he be so proud of being a medic, of being someone on which someone else could depend, if he was the one causing more pain. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Then he pulled himself away, leaving only his draped arm that he was not even bothering to pretend was a gesture of camaraderie anymore, and began to walk even slower than before. He could not focus on moving his body well while also distracted by what felt like the weight of the world.