English is not my native language, so I would be very grateful if you could point out my mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Metalocalypse.
-Pickles, you're dying.-
All of Dethklok were located in Charles' office to talk about Pickles' last wishes and try to calm him down. Not surprisingly enough, the drummer was drunk and high soon after the bitter conversation he had had and was staggering around their manager's office, until he finally fell down on Charles' couch and passed out immediatly.
-So, uh... what should we do with him? – Nathan said, looking at the drummer, who had crashed out on Charles' couch.
Their manager shook his head, when Nathan and Toki wanted to take Pickles and carry him to his room.
-It will be best if you don't wake him up. Let him sleep.- Charles stopped them.
After a while, Pickles woke up. Charles' office dove in darkness, and the only light was by his table, where he was writing something down.
Charles looked up, when he heard Pickles' grunt, so he stood up and went over to the drummer.
-You ok, Pickles?- he asked, looking at the ginger haired man.
Pickles was sitting up straightly, but his eyes were dark and he looked completely fallen apart.
-No, I'm not. I'mean – how the hell would ya feel in my place? – he snapped.
Charles sighed and sat down on the couch, next to Pickles.
-Of course, I can't possibly answer, but...- he lingered for a moment, then placed his hand on Pickles's shoulder and squeezed it.
-You know, that the band and I... we will do everything to...-
The words „keep you alive" stuck in his throat, and he fell silent.
Charles saw the darkness, endless sorrow and heartbreaking helplessness in Pickles face.
He wasn't sure what to do now, how to comfort the drummer, but he didn't have to think for too long, because Pickles suddenly threw himself against Charles and buried his face against his manager's chest.
Charles felt how uncontrollably Pickles is trembling and wrapped his arms around his thin torso.
Pickles said something, but as his face was up against Charles' chest, all he could make out was „so scared, Charlie...".
Charles pressed closer to Pickles and frantically stroked his back. He could hear Pickles' quiet sobs, and felt like his heart had broken.
Pickles felt Charles' arms around him, his calm breath on his neck, and slowly calmed down. Just as he gasped for breath, he felt Charles' fingers caressing his face, and wipe his tears away.
And then... Pickles felt Charles' lips touch his lips carefully and gently.