He lay in his bed, red hair partially covering his green eyes, skin pale and yellowing; if he had a pulse it would have been fading, and fast. When he strained his eyes around to the door and saw Roxas, his best friend, standing there, eyes red raw, he tried to reach out a hand to him, but got halfway there before it dropped. He was weakened tremendously by the unknown disease that surged around his body.
"A-axel..." Roxas' voice broke at the sight of his friend in this condition.
"Don't... worry about... me... Roxas..."
"I can't, Axel. You're my best friend. I- I can't lose you!"
"You... might have to..."
"Don't talk like that!"
"Save your breath, Axel. You'll need it." For the first time, Axel noticed that Marluxia had followed Roxas into the room. He sat down in a faded blue armchair, swishing his pink hair. Roxas squeezed his eyes shut tight- the alternative to letting the tears through.